Yesterday morning after starting a fire to warn up the cabin, unbeknownst to me, my horse SunDance had knocked off the outside chimmey vent. Oh no! The stove pipe started smoking bad. Thank goodness I keep my welding gloves by the stove. I promply through red hot burning firewood out the front door and opened up the back door to clear out the smoke.
What a wonderful way to start the day, and me still in me jammies. I felt like Cinderella scooping out hot ashes into a large stainless steel salad bowl. It was a bomie thirty-five degrees in the cabin so I closed the back door and waited for the stovepipe to cool down. I had ment to clean it the daybefore but was lazy and had put it off.
While cleaning the stovepipe, Sundance kept nickering and trying to help me, or maybe he was just laughing. The whole process took most of the morning and by late afternoon I had the mess cleaned up and another fire going. The cabin was warm and cozy again, then I looked in the mirror. "Oh no! So that's what a middle aged Chinderella looks like." Thank goodness for soap and hot running water. All-in-all, it still was a good day.
