Imagining a need to heat the house
Still pretty warm, in spite of a break in the weather. Perfect moment to check out the price of running a wood stove.
I know, silliness. Especially since we have NO intention of installing any other stove beyond the electric range with the flaky oven that rules our existence. When the display indicates “door”, it’s not a good sign. I open and close the door, check the door latch (the one that locks things down during cleaning cycles), reset the thermostat, again, again… sometimes we get supper, sometimes we don’t.
In our next house, we’ve decided to let the earth do the heating, but a backup plan is always wise. Lot of chatter about using pellets; I’ve cut trees and chopped kindling – the energy used to reduce a log to pellet size seems out of range with my expectations. Yes, I know that pellets come in bags from a faraway factory: how environmentally sound is that principle?
Methinks that a small stove which accepts blown down trees from the last wind storm might be the way to go. I could probably “rough one up” from an old oil drum, but that might not pass the home seal of approval. Oh well, that’s still years away.
The family is hooked on the TV series “Dexter” which never made it to local network space. Instead, they’ve developed strategies for finding episodes online. I’m starting to recognize the voices (as I’m not really watching). Tonight, one line caught my attention, when they showed the main character tracing blood spatter patterns with rays of red thread. “You must have been great at cat’s cradle”.
