Last week, amid what I consider Arctic Cold (yes, I am a
wimp, when it comes to this shit…),
The Box Stove in the Library shows signs of Collapse…
It’s what it sounds like, one of those rectangular, boxy
things, with a little door on the front, and
round things on top…which can be removed for cooking….
A leak around the roof jack had caused rust, which had
weakened (after 10 years) the Chinese Imitation of an American Contraption.
It was an inefficient bugger, compared to my other 2…but it’s what I had, and I could Cook on it…quite a handy feature, when one is usually at one’s Brokest in winter, and the Propane runs out…a week before payday.
It was an inefficient bugger, compared to my other 2…but it’s what I had, and I could Cook on it…quite a handy feature, when one is usually at one’s Brokest in winter, and the Propane runs out…a week before payday.
So, I’m down here reading one early AM, when I notice a
large Crack…through which I can see the fire.
Preemptive Pain Meds…and a really good dolly…and out the
thing goes.
Irreparable.
I then move the Pantry Stove in to replace the Library
Stove…a larger, heavier, more robust and efficient model($200, from a friend
down the street.).
Fine and well…collapse for a few days, in a hell of agony.
I’m not designed for this sort of work, any longer…but necessity, and all…(leak was fixed a couple of months ago)
I’m not designed for this sort of work, any longer…but necessity, and all…(leak was fixed a couple of months ago)
So, now I’m down to the large, old Earth Stove, up front,
and the Library Stove…with the Freezing Pantry(former garage), in between.(till
Tax Return)
Day before yesterday, after adding a mesquite knot, so’s I’d
have coals, when I returned,…and on my way out the door…I noticed that the
Elbow, arising from the top of the Front Stove, has deteriorated…the last 2
pieces of the Cheap Stove Pipe have almost expired. As I had to special order
the Good Stove Pipe, before, I had to wait till payday, and a trip to
Fredericksburg(45 miles, one way) to get a good El…Meantime, it’s
Aluminium(lol) Foil, and Vigilant Insomnia…and lows in the 20’s…
Yesterday, I made the trip (Eye Doctor..Ugh!), and, as it
never left the 30’s…the fire kept on.
2 am….”Cop Radio” wakes me(Local News)…and the Fire has
died, as I intended.
Up gets the wife, and I …and we screw around replacing the
damned pipe and el…and it’s , apparently, nonstandard, by an inch…so the big
ass stove must be manhandled, lifted onto additional blocks…in order to
work….and an hour and a half later…Viola!
I quickly kindle a new fire(I can build a fire in a lake!)
….and run in and out, inspecting the connections…(this had
been a 2-person, indoor/outdoor job…front room was Cold!)…so far, so good…but
What’s that smell?
The Damned New Elbow is Painted Black! (I much prefer the
Galvanized Stovepipe, for this very reason)
The “New Pipe Smell” is the ….well, whatever it is that
cooks off of a new, black pipe, on the first burn).
So it’s 23 degrees, outside…3:30 in the morning…and I’ve got
the kitchen, and bathroom exhausts going, as well as the Smoking Section Exhaust,
over my bed…all going…and the Doors open, waving a damned pillow, to blow out
the New Pipe Smoke.
So, now, at 4;30, the boys are in our bed(they like sleeping
in the front room, for some reason(?))…Wife’s in the big red chair, asleep…and
I’m in the Library, with coffee, and my own fire.
I can confidently predict that very little else will get
done, today.