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Tuesday
November 19,
2024
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could talk, at least one tale would end, "...and then flames shot out of the fireplace." who knows what they were burning but the scorched bricks testify things got out of hand. our hearth has been sort of despondent since we moved in; with chimney deemed unsafe, we stuffed insulation up the flue and left it boarded off with plywood through two cold winters. but over the summer we met a neighbor who happens to be a fireplace pro and he gave us a smokin' deal on a used stove he'd just come across. we worked out a partial work trade plus a small sum for him and two sidekicks to install it. they spent a full eight hours making all the necessary moves, finishing only after dark. |
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helped where i could: it took all hands to dead lift the mocking hunk of iron into place. i also cut and drilled steel brackets, came through with some clutch tools, and kept hot coffee flowing, but for the most part i left them to it because who likes having someone look over their shoulder at work? plus i had other, less important things to do. outside, what started with hand scrubbing a path free of deck slime so we wouldn't slip bringing the stove in led to 3 hours of subsequent pressure washing in the rain--a northwest tradition. you might as well get all the way wet because once you blast one spot clean, it's impossible to stop, |