My optimism wears heavy boots and is loud.
Henry Rollins
It all started yesterday. I got dressed to go to the village to pickup freight. I got dressed in the fireroom after a trip outside to gather wood.
I knew I couldn’t leave my snowboots unattended. My boy cats love to pee on them.
I put them in the next room and finished getting dressed. I noticed a puddle of water coming from under the door.
A huge bowl of catwater was overturned right into my snowboots. That is a big disaster. You can’t hather firewood in wet boots.
So I took out the liners and hung them carefully with boots above cat jumping height. I had hoped to come down to dry boots this morning.
I had misjudged the tenacity of my boy cats. I found the liners on the floor freshly pissed on.
I needed to go out now to get firewood. I was out. No boots no firewood. The pile was almost empty but there were a few boards left.
It was still -25 out there, they say. I am wearing an old worn out pair of boot liners for slippers right now.
I needed snow for water, so I snuck out just wearing the liners and quickly grabbed a bowl full of snow.
I didn’t have wood but I did have mountain of cardboard. With a box cutter I rendered down the boxes to manageable chunks and fed them to the fire. They burned hot, which was great but only lasted for about a minute then needed another load.
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I thought more about my boot problem. If I wrapped my boot liners in garbage bags then put my boots on I might be able to grab a few boards to make it through the morning.
It was worth a try. I just needed my gloves. They were missing. I found them also on the floor and wet. I put them right on the top of the woodstove.
I left the gloves too long, they were toast. I went down to the van and grabbed my driving gloves.
Garbage bag snowboots on I went out to the wood pile. At the bottom of the pile were rotten boards. Enough to keep me warm and get the kettle hot.
I earned my coffee this morning. After coffee, vitamins and breakfast then assemble a chair.
First line in the manual.
“It will take at least two to assemble this chair”
How about one broken old man and 4 cats. Will that do? It had to. It’s all I got. Kettle is throwing steam the fire is burning. I need to go.
Breakfast and coffee are done. I am looking at the fire wondering why it wasn’t blazing.
I added more wood, more cardboard, more paper. It didn’t seem to help. They were rotten boards mixed in with a few good ones.
Chair assembly would have to wait. It was only 10 in the fireroom and 6 elsewhere.
The chair is assembled. It was interesting. I am in the chair. I may not be able to leave.
It isn’t as comfy as it looked on the website.
The chair is assembled, the cats hardly helped.
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