The last few days we’ve had lots of cold . . for us! Don’t all you northern folks start telling me how cold it is there . . this is central Texas and it’s just not supposed to be this cold here. It never got much above 20º here today but tomorrow it’s supposed to be 38º and Saturday it’s supposed to be 72º.
There’s never a day when we have a fire that I don’t think about our ancestors whose only means of keeping warm was an open fireplace. You don’t venture far from the fireplace and it’s cold. The thermostat, which is just across the room from the fireplace is set on 58º and I’ve heard the heater come on a few times but I’m sitting near the fireplace with short sleeves on and I’m comfortable. We keep the bedroom doors closed and at night, we jump in bed and snuggle and don’t move out of our warm spots. Actually, right before I go to bed, I take a really hot shower and then I’m warm when I get in bed and I fall asleep before I get cold.
We’ve talked about putting a wood burning stove insert type thing in the fireplace, which would burn less wood and put out more heat but we kinda like the look of the fireplace and are hoping this winter is just a weird winter. Last winter it never really got cold enough to have a fire all winter.
I’ve had a fire going pretty much non-stop for several days. In the morning, even though there’s still live coals in the fireplace, I careful scrape them all out, into a metal bucket and put it way away from the house with a lid on it to keep embers from blowing out and starting a fire. We’re under a burn ban, which means conditions are ripe for a wild fire so I’m being cautious. Then I come in and build a fire and keep it going til bedtime.
Where I apparently threw caution to the wind . . I’m so careless sometimes . . we use these blue Ikea bags that are made from heavy duty tarp like material, to bring our wood in.
Yesterday I was out on the porch getting more firewood. I set the empty bag down on my foot. I was simply wearing slippers but maybe I should start wearing steel toe boots! I picked up a big piece of wood, bigger than I normally would choose, and dropped it in the bag . . forgetting that my foot was under the bag. Ouch! How could I do something like that? For a minute I thought it was broken or something but then I was able to walk on it and today it isn’t even bruised. You would think as bad as it hurt, I would have something to show for it . . you know . . show Vince and maybe get out of cleaning the kitchen or something. Nope, not a bruise to be found.
At the beginning of the winter, we were bringing the wood in piece by piece and making a big mess. Vince looked at all kinds of bags and decided on the ugly blue one. I figured since it was plastic, it wouldn’t make it through the winter but that bag is amazingly strong! We have used it and abused it and one day, it was empty on the front porch, the wind picked it up and blew it into the barbed wire fence and it was hung up on the barbs. I figured it was torn and ruined but it made a tiny little hole in it and we’re still using it to haul wood in.
My laundry room is so small and there’s not much room for extra laundry baskets so I ordered a couple more of these bags and one is used for hauling clothes out to the clothes line. I keep one by the door to carry things back and forth to the sewing room. They fold up to nothing and they have a long and a short handle. I keep the one for the laundry room hanging on a peg in there, take it down when I need to use it, hang it back up when I’m done.
At least if I drop laundry on my foot, it doesn’t hurt! 🙂