Children is what all of our wood-for-power gasification into the future use should be about.
Last night the four year old foster girl Noelie, her 5 1/2 year old sister Rosie; our white Lab/terrier mix Munk crossways all asleep in the same bed. Mrs. oversized stuffed Buddy-bear between the girls ( the youngest is an arms/legs thrashing machine sleeping).
Sigh. And me without a working digital camera.
Childern. You haveta’ lov’em.
Last evening the four year old parachute sailed a blue plastic store bag over the top of the fired up wood stove. Past the oversized self-standing “stay-back!” old fireplace screen.
Stinky melted plastic!
Had to open up windows. Dampen down the woodstove to heats bleed down. And then crank up the electric furnace.
Dragged them both off to bed early to save them from the wrath of “Grandma”.
Ha! Ha! ONE can sorta’ be kept track of ChrisKY.
Two and more gets ganged up, distracting. (YOU, and your siblings under the same roof, I am sure)