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a trio of heaters

the journal of Michael Werneburg

twenty-seven years and one million words

Today I bought three heaters. Our house^ is effectively uninsulated, as was the style in Japan in the 20th Century when energy prices were low and we still scoffed at climate change*. In fact, Mari discovered while vacuuming that she could see through a crack between the wall and floor - there was light coming in from the outside! No wonder I've occasionally smelled cigarette smoke in our living room.

So I bought three heaters. The first is a smalllish electric oil heater for an 8-10 tatami room such as ours - where we'll have the eventual guest or two. It'll supplement the A/C unit in the ceiling of our first floor dining/living room, which is adjacent to that tatami room but kept separate by sliding doors.

The second is a much smaller, portable ceramic electric jobby with a fan that blasts constantly no matter what buttons I press. We've found it very handy for its intended purpose - keeping the bathroom warm while we're bathing. I don't understand why the bathroom has no heat! The third was a small mat suitable for Mari's chair. She's been bundled up against the cold and immediately enjoyed the respite from the mat being on the chair.

^It's taking me a while to warm up to this new home of ours. (Tee hee, warm up.)

*Man, the 20th Century. Such a mixed bag.