- Dec 9, 2009
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Ladies and gentlemen,
This last week and a half would have been a lot tougher without the support and ideas I've found here. Between the cold temps and the broken down boiler, I have had my moments, but I grabbed on and held on tight on the forum and didn't feel like I was going it alone.
Insurance company made the call to pay for the boiler, and work should start in a day or two. Meanwhile, I've got a month's worth of firewood on my porches, and three days stacked in my sunroom. I pulled six loads up the hill yesterday at -20, and chopped/stacked most of that today at -15, and came inside when the backs of my legs started to tingle a warning. Getting up off the couch to do that was easier knowing that you'all were doing your own versions of doing what had to be done, so I'd better, too.
Sitting in front of a beautiful bed of coals w/a big cup of hot cocoa and a dollop of whipped cream, getting ready to read a great yarn. It's a short story I read when I was a kid, and it probably had a more profound effect on my life than I'll ever really know. I just found it on the 'net. This link to it is my thank-you gift to you; I hope at least a few of you read this in your own Nests, and enjoy. and it starts out like this:
Pa had sent me out to get an extra pail of air.
Here's the rest:
http://www.webscription.net/chapters/0743498747/0743498747___6.htm
This last week and a half would have been a lot tougher without the support and ideas I've found here. Between the cold temps and the broken down boiler, I have had my moments, but I grabbed on and held on tight on the forum and didn't feel like I was going it alone.
Insurance company made the call to pay for the boiler, and work should start in a day or two. Meanwhile, I've got a month's worth of firewood on my porches, and three days stacked in my sunroom. I pulled six loads up the hill yesterday at -20, and chopped/stacked most of that today at -15, and came inside when the backs of my legs started to tingle a warning. Getting up off the couch to do that was easier knowing that you'all were doing your own versions of doing what had to be done, so I'd better, too.
Sitting in front of a beautiful bed of coals w/a big cup of hot cocoa and a dollop of whipped cream, getting ready to read a great yarn. It's a short story I read when I was a kid, and it probably had a more profound effect on my life than I'll ever really know. I just found it on the 'net. This link to it is my thank-you gift to you; I hope at least a few of you read this in your own Nests, and enjoy. and it starts out like this:
Pa had sent me out to get an extra pail of air.
Here's the rest:
http://www.webscription.net/chapters/0743498747/0743498747___6.htm