Right after work it was time to fire up the new wood burner. Now I don't want to brag or anything but it was soon 70 degrees in here and rising. All was just wonderful until the smoke detectors started screaming. Pride truly goes before the fall, just when I'm feeling nice warm and dare I say proud, the doors had to be thrown open letting all of this delicious heat out, the fans were put on full blast to clear out the little bit of smoke that made it all the way up to the 12 foot ceilings and a sweater put back on.
Mark must have those smoke detectors set to go off if the thermometer hits 70, it couldn't be there way the fire was started, could it?
During work today a man called asking for the farm address and wondering if Super was still available. He was given the address but made no mention of coming. About 15 minutes after arriving home a truck drives up with 2 men. They take pictures of Super and drive away. They drove all the way down from Chicago to take pictures of him back to a friend.
We used to have a soapstone wood burning stove when we lived up north. Nothing like a real fire...now we have a "fake" fireplace and I hate it.
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