When it comes to the day to day chores at home, there are only two things that I really hate doing. One is taking out the garbage, and the second is hauling wood. The chore of the garbage will never be a participation sport for me, however, I know I am going to have to kick it up a notch in the hauling wood department.
|The first two of our ten cord arrived this morning.|
Get me some A535...STAT!
Taken: October 12th, 2013
Once my son started paying rent, he was ambitiously quick to point out that it was exactly that: “Room and Board” not “Room and Chores!”
Just like our Sunday night suppers, the hauling and piling of wood in the fall, has been a seasonal tradition since we bought our home in 2002.
I really do love the airtight fireplace we have.
I love the warmth the fire offers me on those damp fall days, and cold winter nights.
Yet, I hate the stinking mess it produces! Not to mention, the day to day regiment of keeping it stocked, stoked, and going strong with the flames a flickering.
Ah hell, what the heck am I grumbling for? There's only one thing I love more than my fuzzy socks and painfully ugly off season bathrobe... and that's embracing them both in front of a toasty fire in the fireplace.
Those three simple indulgences right there truly help get me through our harsh Muskoka winters!
Those, and a couple of other tricky tidbits, I'd rather not share just yet.