For a couple of years now I've been living without central heat in the wintertime (not in the extreme north or south, however) ... and since I now have the body composition of Skinny Pete but as an Old Lady, when it's cold I'm constantly worried about electric power going out or the propane tank being empty.
My dream: a rocket stove heater enclosed in lovely insulating adobe, and ability to wrangle wood-getting and fire-starting on my own.
You best keep an eye focused on that guage! I highly suspect that your wife is an Angel!
I lived in a house that was solely heated with a wood stove. Guess who did all of the splitting, stacking, hauling, and keeping the home fires burning? Not to mention cleaning the stove and carrying ashes to the woods and THOROUGHLY dousing them with water. When I left the marriage, within a month my ex had installed a complete oil burning system. Hahahahaha! I guess that the joke was on me but I am way beyond it now.
I am just wishing everyone plenty of comforting heat and a cozy place to rest. I have to say that 59 degreesF is as low as I can go!
"That’s actually a lie, I don’t remember what we did to be honest with you." Was it callous of me to laugh out loud when I read this line? I hope not, b/c I chuckled. Thanks for sharing this essay. I had not gotten to it in the One Sentence Journal yet. I really enjoy reading about growing-up experiences.
You reminded me of my time in college when I worked for our campus boiler mechanic. We had four boilers that heated the majority of the University of Portland. I spent several summers digging steam vault pits, steam line trenches, and fitting 6" schedule 80 steam line. (Big dang wrenches were so fun to tote around campus.) The boiler mechanic - Van, short for Van Doren, ended up at Reed College, where he loved it. He was one of the smartest guys I ever met on campus, including faculty.
I am thankful every day (to answer your query from a few weeks ago) for my experience working in the trades - hod carrier, boiler mechanic's lacky, metal fabrication and autoshop go-fer, framing, and concrete work to name a few. This experience in particular makes me appreciate heat. And the steam whistle that blew out of MSU's Bozeman heat plant to start and finish each term when I professed there - I miss that.
This is the most relatable story. I can almost smell the popcorn and feel the cold crackle of the flooring down the hall. Aaaand forgetting to check the propane before it's too late would be my signature move.
I miss wood heat. There’s so many things that can be warmed on or alongside a wood stove, and the cats always slept underneath. Now I smile every morning when I see The Cat hugging the boiler’s heat ducts on cold mornings. I don’t even need to check the thermometer: I know it’s cold when Milo is up next to the ducts.
The popcorn popper story always gives me a smile. Thanks for that.
Been there. Done that. I'd swear the propane company always told us it would take a week to get to us, even though it was usually just a couple of days, just to get us to pay the emergency rate. It helped when we upgraded from a 100 to a 300 gallon tank but what really helped was when we got a wifi reader for the tank level. Otherwise it meant shoveling a path to the tank just to check the propane level. https://www.lowes.com/pd/Generac-Wi-Fi-LP-Fuel-Level-Monitor/5001473701
For a couple of years now I've been living without central heat in the wintertime (not in the extreme north or south, however) ... and since I now have the body composition of Skinny Pete but as an Old Lady, when it's cold I'm constantly worried about electric power going out or the propane tank being empty.
My dream: a rocket stove heater enclosed in lovely insulating adobe, and ability to wrangle wood-getting and fire-starting on my own.
Hi Chris!
I love this story.
You best keep an eye focused on that guage! I highly suspect that your wife is an Angel!
I lived in a house that was solely heated with a wood stove. Guess who did all of the splitting, stacking, hauling, and keeping the home fires burning? Not to mention cleaning the stove and carrying ashes to the woods and THOROUGHLY dousing them with water. When I left the marriage, within a month my ex had installed a complete oil burning system. Hahahahaha! I guess that the joke was on me but I am way beyond it now.
I am just wishing everyone plenty of comforting heat and a cozy place to rest. I have to say that 59 degreesF is as low as I can go!
Cheers!
Melissa
"That’s actually a lie, I don’t remember what we did to be honest with you." Was it callous of me to laugh out loud when I read this line? I hope not, b/c I chuckled. Thanks for sharing this essay. I had not gotten to it in the One Sentence Journal yet. I really enjoy reading about growing-up experiences.
You reminded me of my time in college when I worked for our campus boiler mechanic. We had four boilers that heated the majority of the University of Portland. I spent several summers digging steam vault pits, steam line trenches, and fitting 6" schedule 80 steam line. (Big dang wrenches were so fun to tote around campus.) The boiler mechanic - Van, short for Van Doren, ended up at Reed College, where he loved it. He was one of the smartest guys I ever met on campus, including faculty.
I am thankful every day (to answer your query from a few weeks ago) for my experience working in the trades - hod carrier, boiler mechanic's lacky, metal fabrication and autoshop go-fer, framing, and concrete work to name a few. This experience in particular makes me appreciate heat. And the steam whistle that blew out of MSU's Bozeman heat plant to start and finish each term when I professed there - I miss that.
This is the most relatable story. I can almost smell the popcorn and feel the cold crackle of the flooring down the hall. Aaaand forgetting to check the propane before it's too late would be my signature move.
Ahem...
https://youtu.be/Gc1URQgQWNo
I miss wood heat. There’s so many things that can be warmed on or alongside a wood stove, and the cats always slept underneath. Now I smile every morning when I see The Cat hugging the boiler’s heat ducts on cold mornings. I don’t even need to check the thermometer: I know it’s cold when Milo is up next to the ducts.
The popcorn popper story always gives me a smile. Thanks for that.
S'good. Liked it in one sentence journal and liked reading it again tonight. Cheers.
Propane veteran as well.
Been there. Done that. I'd swear the propane company always told us it would take a week to get to us, even though it was usually just a couple of days, just to get us to pay the emergency rate. It helped when we upgraded from a 100 to a 300 gallon tank but what really helped was when we got a wifi reader for the tank level. Otherwise it meant shoveling a path to the tank just to check the propane level. https://www.lowes.com/pd/Generac-Wi-Fi-LP-Fuel-Level-Monitor/5001473701