I have to admit, I could probably skip winter. Next someone will ask me why I’m living in a place that has nine months of it, but I’ll have little to say until I get the fire built up.
This old adobe we live in is heated entirely with wood. Well, there’s a gas wall heater and an infra-red lamp in the bathroom, but come on. There’s also a gas wall unit in the living room. For the last few years, though, I haven’t even lit the pilot. The place is wood heat or nothing, then. And actually, I don’t know how people can live without a wood stove in cold climates. I need a source of heat, a BIG one, both to just get warm and also as homeopathic magic, to make the sun come back again.
The only thing wrong with a wood-heated home is that you don’t want to leave to go anywhere. If you do, the fire will go out, and you’ll be cold again. I use a fan to push the air around, but it still takes a long time to warm things back up. Sometimes I make the fire too big in an effort to push things along. That’s exactly what happened tonight, and of course the cat thinks she died and went to heaven. I need to go open a window!
The moon is in Leo. More fire, more wood. Next week, snow, and the ground is frozen now.
(Whatever falls will stick.)
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