its normal boys . we are all suffering . outdoor fires help me for sure.
My wife sincerely believes I've lost my mind, "and she's a shrink". Every time I walk in the stove room, or living room as she calls it, I see the Ashford sitting there mocking me begging to be fed. 72 degrees at 10 pm not going to be any time soon. Is there a cure for my madness???
Funny, all of what we do for our winter heat (and my summer hobby) is extremely hard work work sometimes. But it is funny how how we don't mind it at all! Sorry about that giant pictureVery nice. I think I would rather be doing that than more splitting and stacking.
It is cherry. Not great for burning but decent to work with. This was weathered some so has some nice color contrasts.Wood heat is definitely more work. At my age sometimes my body is starting to mind it. I like the creative work better. What wood is the table made from?
Better yet, good thinking, Put a bag over her head, and she won't see what you're doing. One problem solved, another one created....much bigger one maybe...Don't bring him to the idea to put a bag over his wife's head.
If you have a roll of colored chistmas light you could stick them in the stove and plug them in, (so long as it doesn't damage the gasket). The blinking one's would be best.
And if you want to finish her opinion of your being nuts get the lights set up on the sly then bring in some kindling one evening, build a "fire" and hit the light switch.
Man, somone else has that same problem!? Well, at least I'm not alone. Sometimes I just like to stare at my stacks and behold the sight. Its a beautiful thing! I just try to make sure my wife isn't looking when I pick up a piece and sniff it.Get outside and watch that firewood dry, count cracks, measure shrinkage. Lots to do!
Ohh no, don't even start vehicle shopping until you are ready to buy. That is a whole different disease! Once the ball is rolling, hard to slow it down.I cleaned the fingerprints off the glass of the Buck 94 the other day. Dusted off the metal, cleaned off the mantel. Thought really hard about bringing in a small load of wood to stack in the corners of the mantel. I feel the longing as well...
I was speaking with the wifey about firewood & said, "Given as we are going to be looking for wood, and will take any free wood we can find, maybe we should trade the car for a pick-up. I know we really cannot afford to now, but something to consider in the future."
She agreed we could not afford to trade the car, but she also did not say no to the idea either...which I think gives me the right to at least research vehicles...right?
Ohh no, don't even start vehicle shopping until you are ready to buy. That is a whole different disease! Once the ball is rolling, hard to slow it down.
I do the same thing! Don't mind the wife, you should see the looks I get from the neighbors while I'm admiring my stacks and sniffing the oak! I have claimed to "have seen a chipmunk" a time or two when getting busted starring, by people walking down the walking path on the side of my house.Man, somone else has that same problem!? Well, at least I'm not alone. Sometimes I just like to stare at my stacks and behold the sight. Its a beautiful thing! I just try to make sure my wife isn't looking when I pick up a piece and sniff it.
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