Not only did they utilize the forced air boiler like the rest of us, but my Grandma had installed radiant heated flooring beneath their family room table
When I was growing up, I remember thanksgivings being extremely fun. All of the cousins were gathered together at one table, completely separate from the adults. This is where all of the shenanigans and fun happened. My associate and I were regularly making fun of each other and the adults, poking at our food, and making logistical plans for maximizing dessert time. I entirely enjoyed these early experiences with my young family members. As I got older, Thanksgiving changed a lot. My cousin started having their own youngsters and bringing their significant others to the holiday festival. The youngsters table stop seeming so fun, and I entirely started to envy the adult table at some point. Not only did they have the best food and several bottles of wine, but they also had the best heating set up. At the youngsters table, my buddy and I were at the mercy of indoor heating gave by a traditional forced air boiler. The air felt unevenly boiling and chilly most of the time, and there were regularly chili drafts blowing in from the sliding glass door. Meanwhile, over at the adult table, they were living the life of extreme heating luxury. Not only did they utilize the forced air boiler like the rest of us, but my Grandma had installed radiant heated flooring beneath their family room table. They could kneel there for hours, eating turkey, drinking wine, and enjoying the toasty heat on their toes. At the same time, I had to deal with screaming brats and chilly chilly drafts. No amount of wine could fix my irritated holiday at that point.
