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Nov. 6th, 2004 09:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
which_chickKind of a quiet day today. I've managed to get the house up to 90 -- guess the new woodstove is rather more efficient than I thought it was. Oops. I've since opened a window.
I picked up my pie tin from La's house, the new one that I test-drove last weekend. Nobody was there, so I didn't have to field inconvenient questions about where I was all week. (I was in a snit, for which I blame Dolly Parton. Don't ask.) How did I pick up the pie tin when they weren't there? I walked in their house and got it. They don't lock their door any more than I lock my door. If I'd sat there waiting for them to get home, they'd have eventually gotten home and looked at me like I was a damnfool for sitting outside waiting on one of them to get home and let me in to get my pie tin. They'd be like "You idiot, we don't lock the door. What, you think this is the city? Why the hell didn't you just go in and get the pie tin instead of wasting the whole day here waiting on us? We thought you were smarter than this..."
After that, I split some more wood from the woodpile. I'm trying to get all the rounds at least split in half before I stack them -- they'll dry better that way. The stuff currently in the woodpile needs to be broken in halves to fit in the woodstove but it's so short that this is an entirely trivial matter. Anyway, I got some good progress on that front today. Only thing is that now I need to start stacking the stuff. I like splitting better than stacking, damn it all, but I'm running out of room, so there is going to have to be some stacking here directly. I'm also going to have to finish sorting through the mixed-length stuff and pick out what will fit in my fireplace vs. what will not. This winds me *right* up so it's best if I do it in small doses. The stuff that won't fit needs to be stacked neatly at the end of the woodpile, in its own area, where it can sit until better weather. I also raked up sawdust and bark and assorted other wood cruft from the yard and dumped it in the woods, where it will not kill the grass in my yard.
Oh, and I washed the cat. No particular reason, just she was looking all crufty and not shedding out well, so I washed her. She and I are, of course, uninjured. I should have taken pictures of her wet -- wet cats are amazingly funny-looking. (If more folks washed their cats, they would know about this.) Probably they know how damn silly they look. I bet that's why they object so strenuously to the process. Anyway, with the house as warm as it is, she dried out in short order and is now back to her normal self. I might well wash the other cat -- he's sprawled out to maximize contact with the floor, like he does in high summer. He would probably LIKE being wet. Yep. That'd be a nice end to the day...
I picked up my pie tin from La's house, the new one that I test-drove last weekend. Nobody was there, so I didn't have to field inconvenient questions about where I was all week. (I was in a snit, for which I blame Dolly Parton. Don't ask.) How did I pick up the pie tin when they weren't there? I walked in their house and got it. They don't lock their door any more than I lock my door. If I'd sat there waiting for them to get home, they'd have eventually gotten home and looked at me like I was a damnfool for sitting outside waiting on one of them to get home and let me in to get my pie tin. They'd be like "You idiot, we don't lock the door. What, you think this is the city? Why the hell didn't you just go in and get the pie tin instead of wasting the whole day here waiting on us? We thought you were smarter than this..."
After that, I split some more wood from the woodpile. I'm trying to get all the rounds at least split in half before I stack them -- they'll dry better that way. The stuff currently in the woodpile needs to be broken in halves to fit in the woodstove but it's so short that this is an entirely trivial matter. Anyway, I got some good progress on that front today. Only thing is that now I need to start stacking the stuff. I like splitting better than stacking, damn it all, but I'm running out of room, so there is going to have to be some stacking here directly. I'm also going to have to finish sorting through the mixed-length stuff and pick out what will fit in my fireplace vs. what will not. This winds me *right* up so it's best if I do it in small doses. The stuff that won't fit needs to be stacked neatly at the end of the woodpile, in its own area, where it can sit until better weather. I also raked up sawdust and bark and assorted other wood cruft from the yard and dumped it in the woods, where it will not kill the grass in my yard.
Oh, and I washed the cat. No particular reason, just she was looking all crufty and not shedding out well, so I washed her. She and I are, of course, uninjured. I should have taken pictures of her wet -- wet cats are amazingly funny-looking. (If more folks washed their cats, they would know about this.) Probably they know how damn silly they look. I bet that's why they object so strenuously to the process. Anyway, with the house as warm as it is, she dried out in short order and is now back to her normal self. I might well wash the other cat -- he's sprawled out to maximize contact with the floor, like he does in high summer. He would probably LIKE being wet. Yep. That'd be a nice end to the day...
