Well today starts out as a particularly awesome day ! Jury duty is canceled !!! Not so much that I mind the duty itself but with four kids all the schedual wrangling is bound to leave someone somewhere they are not supposed to be. Two - I am not my husband who's truck was in the shop, came home for a night , and is back in the shop this morning . Three - I am not going pumpkin picking in this " pre noreaster" weather pattern - sorry Missy.
What will I do ....hmmmmmmmmmm. Oh that's right ! I'm keeping the wood stove stoked all day ! Why make other plans when I can pretend I'm Laura Ingalls Wilder ? Who's more cool then me ? I'm Half Pint......
Now for those of you who do not live in New England - winter has apparently come early this year. Winter brings all sorts of hellacious things like cold , snow, snowsuits, snow boots, prehibernating bears and heat bills. Ooooooh the heat bills. Some of you may remember the oil gouge of 2007 when oil was pretty much the same price as platinum per oz.
It is the next year we turned to wood stoves to supplement our oil use. Lets just say 2008 was waaaaaaay better. I will also say my husband must be glad he didn't marry one of those "frail" pretty girls cause hauling wood ain't for sissy's. I may even take up the banjo. Mr. Bus has spent all summer chopping and stacking - stacking and chopping. He is starting to remind me of Jack Nicholson in "The Shining" trotting about with his axe and all.Who says crazy isn't HOT? Well after doing all the " hard stuff " my job is to merely make sure - THE FIRE DOES NOT GO OUT..............all winter.
Sound simple enough right ???
Sometimes it cooperates . The fire glows , the kids cozy up to it like a blast furnace TV and we heat the whole house.
Sometimes it's too hot. I never have this problem . I tend to err on the side of cool. Mr. Bus however has been trained by Bezelbub himself and can get the temp in the house over 90. I am always surprised no one is naked at Thanksgiving.
Sometimes it is uncooperative - usually when I'm harried and busy .Getting kids off the bus, making dinner or going to the bathroom - always brings out the worst in my stoves.
Then my husband comes home, gives me a disapproving look and ..., " YOU LET THE FIRE GO OUT". I imagine he pictures the kids with buckets of water and me frolicking in the ashes in slow motion , laughing maniacly.
I don't know what happens.
Some days it is just damn uncooperative.
Some days I am just too busy.
Some days a little ember - hikes her skirt up - jumps out - runs around the corner to peek - screams "she's on the toilet" and they all smother themselves out in 3.5 seconds. Really.
All I know is my whole day rotates around running up and down to check both stoves, grabbing chunks of wood the size of Marlon Brandos thighs and stoking the fires.
I can now carry wood, run up and down the stairs and kill giant wood spiders with my bare hands all at the same time. I know..... your impressed. So who's under the bus today ??? How about the oil companies - they'll do.
Anyone hear "Deliverance" ???