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which_chick) wrote2004-11-16 02:47 pm
which_chick) wrote2004-11-16 02:47 pm
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I've got to find something to do with the hot ashes from my woodstove. I started out dumping them on the compost heap, but after I set it on fire twice, I figured that was not the world's best plan. You wouldn't think a compost heap could burn, what with being a moist pile of organic matter that gets rained on and all, but the one in my yard flames quite impressively. I had to schlep buckets of water over to it to put it out.
Yesterday, when I got home from work, I put the hot ashes in a plastic cat litter bucket and set the bucket in the garden. There's nothing to burn in the garden -- it's all bare dirt. I got up this morning to an X-File worthy solidified mass of not-bucket and a wire handle that wasn't attached to anything. The ashes were out, though. While I didn't have to put anything out, I don't think I can righteously score this as a win, either.
I've asked for a metal ash bucket for Christmas. That'll probably work.
(If you're wondering why I don't let the ashes just get cold and dead in the stove before I take them out of the stove, the reason I don't do that is because the HOUSE also gets cold and dead when there's no fire in the stove.)
Today at work, we got a phone call from one of the more obnoxious local attorneys. The owners of a building next to a building we used-to-own want to sue us for damage to their building caused by dysfunctional sewer lines in the building we used-to-own, said damage happening during the past year. Now, we sold the building in January of 2004 and it did not have dysfunctional sewer lines at that time.
It may be in our best long-term interests to fix the fucking thing even though I do not think that this current sewer line thing is our fault or our responsibility to fix. However, doing so will probably be easier and cheaper than fighting against the asshole attorney. I'm all for cheap-and-easy, as long as we get clear of further retroactive liabilities that may be alleged by the guy who bought the building. He is the sort of person who will, given an inch, take a mile.
Finally, go look at No-Sword's entry for today, about Janken and the song Frere Jacques. It's pretty cool stuff. For our entirely-clueless, Janken is rock-paper-scissors in Japan.
Yesterday, when I got home from work, I put the hot ashes in a plastic cat litter bucket and set the bucket in the garden. There's nothing to burn in the garden -- it's all bare dirt. I got up this morning to an X-File worthy solidified mass of not-bucket and a wire handle that wasn't attached to anything. The ashes were out, though. While I didn't have to put anything out, I don't think I can righteously score this as a win, either.
I've asked for a metal ash bucket for Christmas. That'll probably work.
(If you're wondering why I don't let the ashes just get cold and dead in the stove before I take them out of the stove, the reason I don't do that is because the HOUSE also gets cold and dead when there's no fire in the stove.)
Today at work, we got a phone call from one of the more obnoxious local attorneys. The owners of a building next to a building we used-to-own want to sue us for damage to their building caused by dysfunctional sewer lines in the building we used-to-own, said damage happening during the past year. Now, we sold the building in January of 2004 and it did not have dysfunctional sewer lines at that time.
It may be in our best long-term interests to fix the fucking thing even though I do not think that this current sewer line thing is our fault or our responsibility to fix. However, doing so will probably be easier and cheaper than fighting against the asshole attorney. I'm all for cheap-and-easy, as long as we get clear of further retroactive liabilities that may be alleged by the guy who bought the building. He is the sort of person who will, given an inch, take a mile.
Finally, go look at No-Sword's entry for today, about Janken and the song Frere Jacques. It's pretty cool stuff. For our entirely-clueless, Janken is rock-paper-scissors in Japan.