A few weeks ago, the Lee's left a "housewarming"gift in our garage. It was a pile of firewood. They live in the canyon too. We didn't know they lived there for almost a year, all tucked into the trees behind the road. They are off-grid for the most part, not quite as off grid as my Aunt and Uncle in-law.
The wood stove was the last big thing we needed in order to live in the house safely. I can do without cabinets, but not without a good heat source. Our propane tank is emptying fast trying to heat that house, and it's expensive to heat with propane. So, we went to town and picked out a wood stove. We chose a Blaze King, king sized. I was looking at the one the heating store used in their shop and asked them if I could just have that one. It was only two years old. So they knocked off a thousand dollars and said they'd sell it to us for cash!
I watched and watched for them to come but didn't expect them to show up until next week. And the minute I thought that, there was a knock at the door.
There were five guys carrying it in...and five plumbers cracks! Which is funny because they are all from the heating and plumbing place. That thing is HEAVY. Five big men and they were struggling.
They got it all set up and I immediately cleaned the whole thing with rags and water. I buffed the new gold front door surround. If you don't buff it really well before you heat it up for the first time, any fingerprints or marks will be permanently etched onto the front.
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