I had every intention of ignoring the icy air that emanated from the non-working furnace.
My father was always able to stop something. When I fractured my ankle, he asked if he could bite my finger. He insisted that biting off my finger would distract me from the pain in my ankle despite my refusal. I knew he was joking, but the thought that he would actually do it if I even entertained the possibility of agreeing terrified me. I was complaining about the amount of homework I had to complete, and my father asked me what was wrong. I advised him that math is a headache. He stated that not doing my math would be less taxing if I was shorted on my pay, and I was unaware that it had occurred, however, learning math could bring me closer to becoming a millionaire instead of a homeless person. I was unsure if this made sense, but he was quite pleased with his analogy. Last week, our furnace stopped working. The home was so cold that I was walking with difficulty. My father advised me to ignore the cold, as I would be warmer. I had every intention of ignoring the icy air that emanated from the non-working furnace. I had a small space furnace in my study room, and I planned to stay there until the Heating and Air Conditioning technician arrived. Mom laughed when she asked if I was okay, and I told her that my grandmother had given me a space heater for Christmas. What began as a joke between my grandmother and me became the only way to keep the house hot until the heating and air conditioning technician arrived.