It's a hot summer day so naturally we're thinking of heat?! At the end of the 500 feet of new propane line there will be a fireplace insert to keep the place warm. I have had wood-burning stoves since 1974, in every home I've lived in. The beauty was the natural flames and crackling welcome sounds. The beast was either harvesting or buying firewood and then hauling it up stairs or through snow. I'll miss the ritual of making fire, but my shoulders need a rest.
As luck would have it, our neighbour (also from Windsor, insert joke here: _______) wanted the wood-burner down the hill in his place. But nothing's for free; he had to help me move the 200+ pound steel box out and away. Did somebody say "Make sure you wear your steel toes?"
Nope. But his father-in-law was waiting to help out down below and the Elmira had a new home. So now we're waiting for our new firebox. Darryl's waiting for his unsuspecting brother-in-law to arrive next week for the final lift. Don't tell Louie!
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