We’re having a warm spell this week, but last week was frigid and we still have the last of January and then February. That being the case, my favorite doors now have to be these.
Last year, we went through a whole big Thing of looking for new and better doors for the fireplace. We didn’t just want doors; we also wanted a fireback to reflect the heat outwards. Blowers. A rack made of whatever Wolverine’s bones are made of and also a screen to keep sparks and logs where they belonged. So we did internet searches to rival the NSA’s, and ended up getting … wait for it … nothing.
When we had the chimney and fireplace built, the guy who built it told us he did Rumford fireplaces. We didn’t know Rumford from Rumsfeld, so we looked it up.
When we were researching the whole big Thing, we looked it up again.
- Relatively shallow, with angled walls to reflect the heat outward
- narrowed (choked) chimney throat to maximize smoke removal and minimize heat loss
So why did we need that other gear?
Well, we decided we didn’t.
…Maybe the screen would have been nice, but why spend money on a screen WHEN YOU HAVE A PERFECTLY GOOD CAST-OFF WINDOW SCREEN? Yeah, we’re that kinda people.
The chimney divides the living room from the kitchen and warms both rooms, though it’s only open to the living room. See that lip of bricks standing on end? The hearth used to be raised to that level, until our youngest ….
Okay. We were watching YOJIMBO, and our youngest decided we weren’t paying enough attention to her and took off running. She tripped and fell, hitting her head on the edge of the raised hearth. Blood. Panic. ER. Stitches. Scar. At one point in her life, she told people she was really a unicorn, and the scar was from when she had her horn removed. Why, yes, she IS a writer; how did you know?
So Charlie ripped out the raised hearth and put down tiles. Not gonna make his baby bleed and cry, damn ya!
We also (you do what to know this, don’t you?) call the hearth and chimney The Smokeys, because we forgot to open the damper ONE TIME when #4 Daughter was just learning to talk, and were wandering around staring at the chimney saying, “Why is it so smokey?” So she decided that bricks, the chimney, and the hearth must be called The Smokeys. We will always call them that.
This post is pretending to be part of Norm Frampton’s Thursday Doors link-up. Go to his blog, read his actual door posting, click on the blue frog link at the bottom of his post, and find more doors. No, not Mordor, more doors. Get your head out of that book and pay attention. (Oh, GOD, where did you come from, All My Teachers and Relatives?)
A WRITING PROMPT FOR YOU: Write an emergency with a child.