Caving
I spent a week end head inside a wood stove I’m restoring.
It needed to be re-bricked, but un-bricking it was an excruciating pain as most of the bricks had been cemented onto the stove surface. In fact it simply wasn’t possible by hand so I acquired an incredible new tool I didn’t know existed before: a rotary hammer. It’s meant to drill holes in concrete and other hard materials. However, it can be set to just hammer (not turn) and you can give it a chisel bit; thus turning it into a tiny jack-hammer. I’m a fan.
Tiny Jack-Hammer! Takatakatak!
Ice on the stairs? Tiny Jack-Hammer!
Definitely a fan…
Almost done
Squeaky clean
It’s going to be very nice when it’s refinished. I’m lucky enough to have spent time in Alps, which is where some of my ancestors are from. This stove is a nice reminder; not that I give much meaning to one’s ancestry. The Alps though, sometimes they call me, but I’m not leaving the Appalachians.
I figured out what it is about snow
Every year you can tell me what snow does, how deep it gets, and what it looks like. I know, I’ve seen it before. Yet every year, my jaw drops in disbelief when it hits.
