|I L.O.V.E. these!|
|These warm my hippie heart.|
One of my biggest challenges in finding a bright side came yesterday. I had my chimney sweep come to look at my fireplace chimney - now set on the roof at a rather bon vivant angle. All it needs is a beret. There was, however, no good news. The pipe had come apart about mid-length, the boot that seals it to the metal roof is kaput. The inner pipe had been compressed to the point that it, in its relationship to the outer pipe which, in a perfect world would create a cooling space, was also kaput. In order to replace what needs to be replaced and fix what can be fixed, they will have to cut a large hole in the bedroom wall. I am waiting for the estimate - which will immediately be sent to the insurance company - and girding my loins for the siege. BUT WAIT! After much pondering (and gnashing of teeth and pulling of hair), I found a bright side! I must now deal with finishing the skirting and sorting of the bazillion fleeces that have been stacked in the corner of my bedroom so that (a) they can reach the access wall and (b) I can elevate myself from borderline hoarder to borderline normal! Being all fired up, I contacted the local mill and - lo and behold - they are having a Wool Pool at a local fairground, which is about halfway between my house and the mill. I can bring ALL my wool and we will sort it and sell some and process the rest. The best part about it? It is happening soon. That means that I cannot drag my saggy butt around in its usual state of perpetual procrastination. I have to act now. Lawsymercy. If the weather cooperates, I will be hauling those fleeces (fleeci?) that still need skirting out to the deck during what little time I have this weekend and trying to get it all sorted by June 1. Icandoit, icandoit, icandoit.....chug, chug, chug.