Smoke billowing out of the woodstove means only one thing: I’ll be on the roof with a brush in one hand a flat screwdriver in the other.
Today, I timed myself. How long does it take this little lady to do a man-job?
45 minutes.
Thirty minutes to set up the ladder, climb up on the roof, oops, I forgot the screwdriver, retrieve the screwdriver, back up the ladder, attach brush to pole sections, remove chimney cap, brush stove pipe, brush chimney cap and replace, ask Dale for the broom, sweep roof, gather tools and head down the ladder. (Deep Breath) Fold up ladder, put away the Bossman’s coveted Snap-on Screwdriver, breakdown brush and pole, and into the house to eradicate creosote from the firebox.
Thirty minutes. Not bad, though I don’t know the current record for such a task. Maybe I should aim at beating my time.
The 45 minute mark comes in with that tiresome piece of insulation lid inside the stove that comes out fairly easily but is a beast to return: this is what slows my time, every time. Argh!
Ah, I do this sneeze inducing task but twice a year, so in spring, I may implement new methods. Any ideas? Cinderella you say? Nah, we don’t have time to moon romantically over ashes!
3 comments:
Oh my! That doesn't sound like a chore I'd want to take on. I don't do well on ladders or with heights. Good for you that you can do this and so quickly, as well. I'd be on the phone hiring someone to do it for me if that were something I needed to have done!
You're so awesome!
Rit roo! Won't call ya Cindy Rella maybe just Burt!
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