I really hate decisions — even small decisions like what color shoes to wear or what to order for dinner. Now Karlo and I have to make a big decision and I'm not happy with any of our choices. We have a little ‘issue’ with our chimney . . . if you can call a cracked flue making it completely unsafe to burn fires in our brand new wood stove an ‘issue.’ It’s more like a catastrophe as far as I’m concerned. We made a pretty big investment in the biggest and best wood stove we could find for our kitchen. We installed it about 3 weeks ago and since then I’ve been strolling around in a t-shirt, complaining that I’m too hot. Just a couple of days ago I was telling Lisa that you should be careful what you wish for. I so desperately wanted the house to be toasty warm from our free fuel. I got exactly what I wished for — big time. Then, within hours of complaining to Lisa that I was actually too hot in the house, we get the bad news that the chimney is need of repair. How ironic.
At first my biggest concern was the timing. How long would it take to find a chimney /mason guy to fix it? Every day that goes by we are just wasting oil when we could be burning wood. We were fortunate enough to get our first estimate last night and this is where the decisions come in. Our choices are terrible and all entail a lot of money. I’m trying to decide what’s worse . . . the huge bill right before Christmas, or the fact that we will potentially need to bust a huge hole through our gorgeous stone fireplace to access the damaged area. I am just picturing the destruction and the DUST. I think I’m going to cry.
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