“Help Mate?”

Greetings!

I had a neat idea for today’s post,

but after finally getting up and getting around,

My plans were changed.

So here is the story, and the result of that change.

For the first 20 years of living here, we heated our home with wood.

It was so efficient, you could say we overheated it.

We heated our entire home with a wood stove like this one.

Over the past ten years or so, the labor has become to intensive for us to handle keeping it going.

So this year, it will go to our nephew in Missouri when we visit for a family gathering.

Of course it had to be uninstalled, which means that someone has to go up on the roof, and disengage the stove pipe, and squirrel cage, and the venting.

My husband has some usual suspects that he calls for these things.

Some were in the field.

Some were out of town.

Some were simply unavailable.

When I hear the call, “Help Mate?” I know that something I don’t want to do will surely follow.

Something loud. Something heavy. Something hard.

On this occasion – Something was UP!

Let me state very clearly – I do not do UP.

Until today.

Knowing that I would likely never have this opportunity again;

Here are the photos I took from a place called – UP.

Again, I don’t do UP, so the photos are not real high quality,

but they are real.

East-ish
East
Northwest
Southeast
Southeast

It truthfully wasn’t so bad after the initial shock of it.

But my feet are on the ground now.

And hopefully, they will stay there.

Until next time …

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