I spent much of the weekend working on the installation of our wood stove. The goal was to have it done, inspected, permitted, and broken in by the time our various Christmas guests arrive– but it won’t be. I’m hoping now that we might be able to fire it up for New Year’s (just as we turned on the furnace New Year’s day last year.)
Honestly, though, the project has lost some of its urgency. In November, when we moved in, it seemed critical to get the thing going. But after getting through a 0ºF/-18ºC night without it last week just fine, I’ve started to think of the stove as more of a home accessory than a heating necessity. Nonetheless, it will be really nice to watch the fire, someday.
The big step over the weekend was cutting a ten-inch hole through the wall. The day when I had time to do it happened to be the tail end of the big east coast blizzard; sadly most of that storm missed us, but still we had swirling light snow and whipping wind. It was almost literally howling through the hole for an hour or two while I worked on shimmying and connecting things. Now it’s stuffed with insulation until I can get to the next stages.
Oh, and here’s Piper trying to keep her distance from four 4-foot sections of beautiful stainless steel Class-A chimney. It’s kind of cool stuff– I rather like it as art in the house.