Thursday, December 22, 2005
22 degrees
at 8 AM. Rimasaurus elected as she wanted out somewhere before ohdarkthirty so I opened the pneumonia hole and she split. Me, I was all for the toasty cot and blankie for a few more hours. When my bladder decided that another day needed facing, first thought was to avoid stepping on le dawg. No dawg. Oh. Outside. I opened the door and a blur came dirt-tracking at maximum G's down the hill, around the corner, and sliding to a stop just before impacting with the wood stove! Chilly, eh? She's curled-up on the bedside rug with accusing eyes. Next time she'll probably just piss on the floor.
Looks like there's gonna be another pup in residence soon. 1/4 Chow, 1/4 Malemute, 1/2 Timber Wolf, looks just like a Newfie. Two of his sisters are card-carrying bad-asses with the one the folk are keeping being a certified risk even at 8 weeks! (today is 8th-week b'day) He's a flop-eared doofus that likes dark spaces. Big son-of-a-girl-dawg. Guesstamate 80 pounds at maturity but lord knows I've been wrong before.
Got one fairly major project finished before going out to peek at pups last night and the plan today is to finish up the documentation. As it is of absolutely no interest to anyone other than myself, documentation will be done in case those who will come after want to know WTF it was all about. Task #2 is to fire up the wood stove. Got the chimney cleared a while back, just haven't really needed supplimental heat in the old earth-shelter beyond a tiny electric space heater by the throne (when it's cold outside it doesn't matter that the toilet seat is the same temperature it was in July; tongue & flagpole cold! ;o). #2 has a annual routine and every now and then I forget the preamble to making it work right. The chimney is a major load-supporting structure of the half-million pound roof and is kinda massive. Nine feet of it extends above the dirt and gets royally cold-soaked each year before the first fire and when the dampers (2) are opened, cold air just pours down the tube like a river. First fire will always fill the house with smoke unless I build a series of teaser fires first. With the windows open. And a fan on. And something to do elsewhere whilst the smoke clears! Gotta warm the tube before slapping serious heat to it.
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#1 is finished, gonna start #2 as it's up to 40 degrees and there's some wood down in the shop that needs reshaping (probably into kindling given my wood-working skills), besides, the Rimasaur elected as it's time to go play outside anyway.
I see I have a political rant in que on this word doc. It'll keep. Oh, on the P.O.'ed granny, that bail won't hold. Granny did major-league bad and she sure pissed-off one wrong dude. Right now there seems to be a case of "go granny go!" appearing. Don't know if the fuckno's or upyours are gonna win. If voting were enabled, I got a case of the upyours! ;o) BTW, Sergeant Ben Sears is a pretty good fella and isn't the "dude". My lamented Dina(saur) liked his patrol car (she was the retired K-9 cop dawg) and thought he was awful nice as well. Hussy!
See you when the smoke clears.
Looks like there's gonna be another pup in residence soon. 1/4 Chow, 1/4 Malemute, 1/2 Timber Wolf, looks just like a Newfie. Two of his sisters are card-carrying bad-asses with the one the folk are keeping being a certified risk even at 8 weeks! (today is 8th-week b'day) He's a flop-eared doofus that likes dark spaces. Big son-of-a-girl-dawg. Guesstamate 80 pounds at maturity but lord knows I've been wrong before.
Got one fairly major project finished before going out to peek at pups last night and the plan today is to finish up the documentation. As it is of absolutely no interest to anyone other than myself, documentation will be done in case those who will come after want to know WTF it was all about. Task #2 is to fire up the wood stove. Got the chimney cleared a while back, just haven't really needed supplimental heat in the old earth-shelter beyond a tiny electric space heater by the throne (when it's cold outside it doesn't matter that the toilet seat is the same temperature it was in July; tongue & flagpole cold! ;o). #2 has a annual routine and every now and then I forget the preamble to making it work right. The chimney is a major load-supporting structure of the half-million pound roof and is kinda massive. Nine feet of it extends above the dirt and gets royally cold-soaked each year before the first fire and when the dampers (2) are opened, cold air just pours down the tube like a river. First fire will always fill the house with smoke unless I build a series of teaser fires first. With the windows open. And a fan on. And something to do elsewhere whilst the smoke clears! Gotta warm the tube before slapping serious heat to it.
* * * * * *
#1 is finished, gonna start #2 as it's up to 40 degrees and there's some wood down in the shop that needs reshaping (probably into kindling given my wood-working skills), besides, the Rimasaur elected as it's time to go play outside anyway.
I see I have a political rant in que on this word doc. It'll keep. Oh, on the P.O.'ed granny, that bail won't hold. Granny did major-league bad and she sure pissed-off one wrong dude. Right now there seems to be a case of "go granny go!" appearing. Don't know if the fuckno's or upyours are gonna win. If voting were enabled, I got a case of the upyours! ;o) BTW, Sergeant Ben Sears is a pretty good fella and isn't the "dude". My lamented Dina(saur) liked his patrol car (she was the retired K-9 cop dawg) and thought he was awful nice as well. Hussy!
See you when the smoke clears.
