Friday, October 21, 2005

en fuego

I sprang out of bed naked, thought it was the pingping of our doorbell, some sort of 6 a.m. emergency, grabbed clothes and went to check.

"What are you doing?" Patricio called. "It's just the heat."

Oh yeah. That sound that could be our doorbell or the pluck of a Japanese string instrument was just a new rattle to add to the hiss of the steam coming out of our radiators.

I thought we'd have a few weeks of cuddling under blankets now that summer suddenly disappeared and it was finally cool and comfortable in our apartment. No such luck.

Now the fans are on full blast to save us from the manmade heat that is piped into our room. No choice. Don't worry, it'll just take me a little while to get used to our nightime noises. In the meantime I rollover to get both sides roasted.

6 Comments:

At 10:56 AM, Blogger a said...

a pinging noise? our radiators sound like someone is beating them with spoons. scares the shit out of me every time.

 
At 1:06 PM, Blogger Jerry said...

spoons. another great description!

 
At 10:47 AM, Blogger heidi said...

nikki's sounds like there's a drummer living downstairs...

 
At 3:56 PM, Blogger Nicole said...

hee. what heidi said.

 
At 12:59 PM, Blogger Guillem said...

I don't have any radiators. I don't have central heating. I'd love to feel roasted in winter in my apartment and be able to sleep naked!

 
At 2:59 PM, Blogger Dee said...

Hee!

It was me!

*ping*

 

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