“It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade.”
Charles Dickens
Out in my bathrobe standing in the driveway wearing my sandals in the snow, I snapped a few pics. Now sitting on my green plastic milk crate throne, back to the fire, I type a few words about my existence.
It’s another sunny day 9:00 AM. The wood stove is loaded and crackling, threatening to heat my kettle full of water run through the filters last night. I had hoped for a moment of peace while I wait for the water for morning coffee, the best coffee of the day. That wasn’t going to happen.
Being absent-minded I didn’t latch the hook and eye on the kitchen door. I heard a crash. I had a look and on every counter, every window sill was a four-footed intruder. One pushing off obstacles onto the floor another trying to tear down the window blinds. A favourite game from the itty bitty kitty terrorist handbook. I had solved that problem with a couple of 3 inch long brass anodized GRK screws through the frame of the blinds.
When I am not preparing wood for the fire I am solving cat problems, always vigilant, always fixing or cleaning up after them.
Today is another chainsaw day, then split. The last I checked the weather it would be warmer for a couple of days before the next snowfall and deep freeze. Although not too cold and really not too much snow.
I went out late chainsaw transported twice and split. Firewood is inside and should last me a couple of days. I decided to split everything I had cut.
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