It is truly frigid outside and I can just hear my mom’s voice. If she were still alive, she would be huddled in her room, the section heating system would be on high and the door would be shut tightly. I used to laugh at her and how she would shiver when it was time to come out for supper or dinner. She would put on her heaviest jacket, that didn’t look prefer a coat. She would kneel as close to the fireplace as she could get. On afternoons prefer we have been having this last couple weeks, we had our fireplace on, even with the furnace. There is no way you can overcome temperatures that are sub-zero. The furnace is luxurious to buy fuel for, so we use the fireplace. Mom hated the cold, and yet she enjoyed living with us. There were times when I would take her food to her in her living room. I would bring mine back, and we would kneel there and chat. Occasionally, my partner would come back and kneel on the bed. He didn’t prefer the excess heating in her room, because she would have the temperature control at around eighty. He would eat abruptly and leave. Mom understood, even if she did prefer his dealer. It was those times when we would have the best conversations. Sitting in that overheated room, I found my best neighbor and my confidante. She isn’t with myself and others anymore, but I still turn the temperature control up in her room and I will kneel there and talk to her. The heating soothes myself and others and I can just see her sitting in front of her kindle, and I can smile.