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January 14, 2016

We don't have central heat in our house.

We live in western Maine, and it gets pretty cold here -- in the summer.
In the winter it gets pretty cold, too, or so I've heard. We've managed to make it through five going on six winters by hook and by crook heating. We burned firewood for a while, but we could never afford enough, and the house ended up unheated whenever I fell asleep. I'm a bit of a sissy, and I fell asleep once in February of 2014, and was ashamed for weeks afterwards. Sippican Cottage: The Tin Man's Autopsy

Posted by gerardvanderleun at January 14, 2016 11:33 AM. This is an entry on the sideblog of American Digest: Check it out.

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There's no help for laziness, or stupidity.

Hard wood warms twice.
Once when you cut it and again when you burn it.

I have 12 cords in escrow, mostly oak, hick, maple.

Posted by: ghostsniper [TypeKey Profile Page] at January 14, 2016 12:27 PM

Indians had a different idea of fire than the white man. Indians built small fires, sat close to keep warm. White man built big fires, kept warm fetching wood.

Posted by: Vermont Woodchuck [TypeKey Profile Page] at January 14, 2016 1:33 PM

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