...gets a perverse joy out of looking at my winter wood stacks?
I don't know if it's because I'm (almost) a new insert owner (next Friday is the install date), but I love checking out (ok...I'll be honest...admiring) my stacked wood.
I've got 2 cords stacked and ready to go in my garage, and I can't help sneaking down before bed to admire my stacks.
Maybe it's the sense of accomplishment having stacked it all so nicely myself (with help from my daughters), or if it's knowing that I now have the ability to provide my own heat, and don't have to rely on the oil company, my boiler, the power, or anything. Or it could just be that it reminds me of how things used to be a long time ago.
Is it just me?
I don't know if it's because I'm (almost) a new insert owner (next Friday is the install date), but I love checking out (ok...I'll be honest...admiring) my stacked wood.
I've got 2 cords stacked and ready to go in my garage, and I can't help sneaking down before bed to admire my stacks.
Maybe it's the sense of accomplishment having stacked it all so nicely myself (with help from my daughters), or if it's knowing that I now have the ability to provide my own heat, and don't have to rely on the oil company, my boiler, the power, or anything. Or it could just be that it reminds me of how things used to be a long time ago.
Is it just me?