We have a wood heater, l love it. Not the extra layer of dust it creates on everything. Or the creepy crawlies that hitch a ride inside on the wood. Or waiting for it to throw out heat when it goes out.
Nothing beats warming your bum standing in front of a real heater. Dries your clothes overnight. Put the fan on and dry your hair. Cook a stew on it, or toast in front of it. You can even toast marshmallows if thats your thing.
I used to like cutting wood for the fire. A fantastic way to work off a bad mood.. belting the crap out of lumps of wood with an axe.
Now l'm older, my joints ache, my back does hurty things if l bend funny. Time to invest in a new log splitter. Not the sort that looks like and axe, and gives you blisters and bruises.
A 8HP, 22 tonne, so big you have to tow it behind your car power tool type log splitter. And its mine. And l'm going to write my name on it in pink paint. I might even tie a bow to her tow bar and call her Bertha.
My little brother is jealous, and rightly so. I feel like beating my chest and doing a 'Tim the Toolman ' grunt. But l won't, or l might and keep quiet about it.
That other fire is still burning. Not close by, but close enough that our roads are still blocked, fire trucks are frequent. So are the water trucks refilling everyones tanks ready for next time, or in case it doesn't rain for a while.
I'm in a good place about what happened, not the death and destruction side. But how l am coping. I don't feel like crying all the time, l've had motivation to unpack, clear up and even clean up.
And l am knitting again.
Nothing beats warming your bum standing in front of a real heater. Dries your clothes overnight. Put the fan on and dry your hair. Cook a stew on it, or toast in front of it. You can even toast marshmallows if thats your thing.
I used to like cutting wood for the fire. A fantastic way to work off a bad mood.. belting the crap out of lumps of wood with an axe.
Now l'm older, my joints ache, my back does hurty things if l bend funny. Time to invest in a new log splitter. Not the sort that looks like and axe, and gives you blisters and bruises.
A 8HP, 22 tonne, so big you have to tow it behind your car power tool type log splitter. And its mine. And l'm going to write my name on it in pink paint. I might even tie a bow to her tow bar and call her Bertha.
My little brother is jealous, and rightly so. I feel like beating my chest and doing a 'Tim the Toolman ' grunt. But l won't, or l might and keep quiet about it.
That other fire is still burning. Not close by, but close enough that our roads are still blocked, fire trucks are frequent. So are the water trucks refilling everyones tanks ready for next time, or in case it doesn't rain for a while.
I'm in a good place about what happened, not the death and destruction side. But how l am coping. I don't feel like crying all the time, l've had motivation to unpack, clear up and even clean up.
And l am knitting again.
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