After waking up @ 6pm with a husky voice like Lauren Bacall. It dawned on me why I like to burn wood.
Last night [read actually this morning], several of us gathered to offer to the gods of smoke & cinder many, many, and even more, pieces of wood. Also just sit around and f^&k off & drink. It was fun. It was self-made entertainment. And yet again it was fun. We burned a butt-load of wood, tried to cook brats, [heat is bad on the eyebrow @ that temp.], and I even made a glass sculpture from two beer bottles. It broke though, & ended back in the 'kiln' never to be seen again.
WARNING: If a fire is hot enough to melt your jacket at 10 feet, meld bottle glass, and bend a heavy gauge coat hanger used to cook a brat. The fire is going to hurt you. Or at least take hair off your forehead & arms whilst attempting to cook formentioned brat.
But it was still a kick assed fun time had by most of us. One of the women decided she was cold & grabbed a vellux blanket & laid down on the ground. COLD? Screw the blanket!!! Just stand up next to the pit for two minutes, [while rotating every 5-10 seconds], and you will be toasty warm for the next half hour.
That, and nobody will trip over you, or kick you in sensitive areas.
So later on, after the women left, we men did our manley praise to the fire by feeding & nudging it to create more fire, heat, and flying embers 20+ feet into the air.
If you have never burned wood, you will not understand what I am saying. But if you have a grill on your porch or patio. . . .
Grab all of those old newspapers, junk mail, twigs, or what ever....
Dump it in your Webber, toss a match, and relax.
Just don't do it indoors.
Blessed Be, Dr. S.
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Just hate it when you get too S*!^ faced and you can't even tell if you are hot cold or even alive standing/sitting by the fire. Just relaxing; trying not to pass out. Geesh! my feet; damn are hot! Hmmm... I once upon a time had really nice shoes :(
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