Saturday, July 10, 2010

this is not pretty


it took an engine block, two different attempts at moving it, rollers, planking, and four hours of steady labor just to get this Old Stove from here to over there (look around the corner of the picture to the left) where it sits right now with a cat sleeping on top of it. The legs are off, the warming oven is off,
and now it looks like it would make a great cookstove for the hearth, if we were all three feet tall.
This is really really kinda sad. When I saw the picture my first thought was a line from a Yeats poem, "The Fiddler of Dooney", "and he sang in his chains like the sea"...

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