When you have a fireplace, you must be careful with the fires you make.
I have a fireplace, well, two actually. I, therefore, must be doubly careful, which I am not.
It figures that having gone from two plumbing problems in my guest bathroom, I would end up with a fire that is trying its best not to stay in the fireplace. You know, the calming cracking of a fire, accented by an occasional pop. How calming. Unfortunately, I have some wood which doesn’t create those playful pops. It is more of a wood howitzer. I get occasional explosions of hot embers. There is the distinct smell of burning hair… my hair, but I am not sure if an ember hit me or not.
How calming. I have realized that the explosion of embers is actually nicely timed so that once I find a comfy place on couch, the fire explodes. How calming.
I am writing this upstairs, where I can hear both the downstairs explosions of my fireplace and the dripping of my broken faucet behind me. A wonderful symphony of home owner bliss.