It’s a pretty big day here at the Cold House. I spent all of Christmas day, and most of the following weekend, working on the wood stove installation. Friend D. came over on Sunday to help with the final chimney-construction push. This morning the Assistant Fire Chief of our town came over to do the official inspection and permitting. I was at work, but J. reported that he found the set-up flawless, and commented that it was better-installed than many “professional” jobs. (In fact, he told J. that, based on his inspection of their work, some of the professional installers “must be on crack”.) Anyway, I was bursting with pride.
Tonight we had our first of three prescribed “break-in” fires, using just kindling and keeping the surface temperature at 200ºF for an hour. J. and I sat on pillows and watched the flames while eating pizza. It was grand.