Beads, Buddha and prayer flags adorn my mantel. Also two Thai temple rubbings, the one of the right done by my mother. On the left a Garuda…done by me, so long ago!
Sophia never leaves the safety of the living room and soon I imagine she will move back from the sofa box to her box in front of the fire.
There used to be a whole pile of cats by the fire, in various boxes (to keep the peace), but somehow we seem to have acquired almost as many individual heaters as we have cats and they all have a favourite.
Just how this happened, I’m not sure. I think it’s Grant’s master plan for optimum temperature control. Whatever that is.
We spent a lot of time, two years ago, waiting for people to deliver a new fireplace unit when the old one expired just as the weather was getting cold.
Then the thing sat waiting for an installer who had to come twice because the first unit was defective. He was nice, but not pleased. He could hardly keep up with himself.
We decided the man was OK because Sasha, the tart, befriended him. As in she got right in his face, literally. Fortunately he was a cat person.
What we’d not been told was that another person needed to be found to finish off the job, the molding, encasing, basic beautification as it were.
The first of those people who came to look was a gruff individual who barely spoke, did a U turn and marched back out again. I then received a call to say he didn’t want the job.
Convenient because we didn’t want him either.
The next artiste who arrived gawped at our humble fireplace and eventually quoted us a stratospheric fee for what he proposed he might do. If he had time on his busy schedule.
No doubt he was happy as well when we rejected it.
By then I was fed-up with the whole thing.”Hole” being the appropriate word. My only concern was that some nosy cat would decide to investigate behind the fire unit and Sasha probably would have if she could have squeezed her fat butt through the empty space on either side.
Some friends came to visit unexpectedly, but the state of my fireplace was no surprise. Chris has known me a long time and he understands the way things work in my household.
Grant declared that as long as the fire was in use, there was bugger all he could do about titivating the thing. Or MacGyvering it, as he called it. Which I had to admit was reasonable.
There followed, of course, a long cold winter, but we had heat, the cats were happy. Did I care that there was a big gap around the fire unit?
No. I did not.
Some time in May it stopped snowing and with a little “encouragement” Grant finally got the fireplace sorted out before the weather turned cold again!