Here is a Letter from Maybe for our unusually cold evenings in Phoenix.
Dear Mike,
Well, church got out late on Sunday. I didn't get too much out of the last half of the sermon. I was looking ahead to the potluck after church and then the hanging of the greens. I'm not sure why I was looking ahead to the potluck. This time of year we have a lot of turkey noodle hot dishes. But, nevertheless, the smells coming from the kitchen had me preoccupied.
The weather turned unusually cold last week. Carl said it was so cold the wind was already howling about it. I guess it was the cold snap that prompted the Wilson
Last Christmas the boys bought George and Bertha an electric blanket in the hopes that it would keep them healthier. In March they were disappointed to find it still in the box unused. George promised they'd use it this year. Matt and Mike went over to make sure it was going to get used.
After helping change the furnace filters, stacking wood for the fireplace, and getting some sweaters unpacked, the boys made the bed with the new electric blanket and flannel sheets. Mike said it was too bad they didn't have a mint to put on each pillow just like in the TV show, "Hotel."
I guess George and Bertha actually looked forward to trying out the new electic blanket that night. You know it was sort of a new experience for them. So when they got in bed each one set the control on "5". I understand the controls went from low "0" to "9" high.
George is kind of cold by nature and Bertha hot, so it wasn't too long before they were each reaching for the controls. George thought maybe a "6" would be a little toastier, while Bertha thought a "3" might suit her. They drifted off. But not for long. George woke up cold . . . well, maye "8"; Bertha woke up in a sweat . . . well, maybe a "1". George was really getting cold . . . full temperature "9".
Bertha got up and opened the window. George woke up in a draft. He couldn't believe it. He made his way downstairs. He'd show Bertha. He'd turn up the furnace. As he reached for the thermostat he remembered his mother saying, "If you want to get even with someone, get even with a favor they've done for you."
He slowly climbed the stairs. "Well, at least I'm going to shut that window," he thought to himself. As he rounded the corner of the bed he put his hand down to steady himself. It was hot. Very hot !! Probably a "9". George realized the controls were switched. He'd been turning up Bertha's side and she'd been turning his down.
He closed the window, unplugged the electric blanket and got an extra quilt out of the closet for his side of the bed. They awoke snuggled up in the middle of the bed.
George says they're getting used to the electric blanket now and may even plug it in again.
Well, I better get this in the mail. Mr. Hurley, the mail carrier, has been acting sort of funny lately and there's no telling when he might show up.
Love to all,
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