We had friends over on Saturday. Robin made a crepe buffet with about three dozen toppings, and there was much merrymaking and gaiety.
I combined some advice I got from this here Interblog, and purchased a propane torch at Home Despot prior to the event. I also had six gallons of kerosene, a big plastic tub of bone-dry kindling, and assorted cardboard boxes with dry newspapers and such. We removed much of the snow from the pile, and got it started with liberal application of packed kindling and that propane torch. (Now that thing is about as much fun as you can purchase for $39.99, let me tell you.)
Anyway, we got about 1/3 of the pile burned, which isn’t bad considering it had six inches of snow on it, and all the fuel was wet or damp. I couldn’t find anyone willing to sell me a few pounds of magnesium bar stock, or we would have gotten rid of all of it. I’ll just cover what’s left and burn it in the spring, when it’s still wet outside.
Saturday was a perfect day, though. Sunny, not too cold, not a cloud in the sky–postcard-perfect New England winter weather. One of the couples attending brought their three little girls, and the other couple had their two-year old son in tow. Between them and our own kids, we had six children between the ages of 2 and 7 running around and having a blast. Add four excited dogs to the mix, and you can imagine the noise level. Everyone had a good time, though.
Today? Isn’t starting too hot. It’s -25F out there this morning, and our water pipes (which run from the artesian well in the unheated garage into the house) are frozen. I have a bunch of electric heaters going in there to un-stick the solid H2O, and until it does, I guess I won’t be doing dishes. Or flushing toilets, for that matter. Such is winter life in Upper Cryogenica on occasion…