As another Lame Cherry exclusive in matter anti matter.
As I type this it is 5 PM and I am in the cellar, a place that would make people cringe, but it is better than it was as it is no longer musty and the only bugs are box elder.
It is Christmas Eve, and the thermometer reads in her 77 degrees. That is not from the blast of the barrel stove, but just dilligent burns in which I nurse this thing for four days in this blizzard. Am surprised as we are a few degrees below zero in our heat as we had around 20 below for days, so the wood burning has made a difference in taking the burden off of Richard & Stephanie's propane stove upstairs.
We are trapped though as I just walked down the driveway on 3 foot solid drifts and there are drifts all over the road from HAARP. HAARP snow is odd. This stuff was dust and it stuck to everything. I can not get to water the cattle or check on them, as no donations, no tractor, no 4 X 4 but a real tool of satan neighbor who announced he was not going to do what he agreed to this winter. So everything suffers in waiting for Christmas and the road crews and neighbors to get things cleaned out in these genocide storms.
All of you should warm up though. I pray we have like results the same this winter.
I have been burning elder bugs in the stove. I name them evil and in they go.
Just took a mouse out of a trap I set here yesterday. Is easier trapping hungry mice than well fed mice upstairs.
I was thinking about this house, Christmas Eve. I think that one night was my favorite time of the year. I am not watching movies or doing Christmas things as it all hurts in the pain I have been put through these years and the struggle of these past weeks. I just am tired of the lies and the reality that Charlie Brown Christmas to Scrooge, all have people getting the hell beat out of them, before something good happens. Am weary of the beating.
I am thinking about my sister, the one who got murdered when I was 8. There were 12 years difference as I was an unexpected late hatch. I remember a Christmas Eve in an organ and her dressed in white. She was a beautiful girl. People still mention that to me. They are still struck by all she was. She looked like a glam mag Princess that Christmas, the one in which I first felt some hope that life was not horrid.
Some catty bitch made a comment about her dress at Church. That hurt, but then she was dead the next March just before Easter and then we all seemed to lie to ourselves that life would get better. I am tired of those lies too. I would rather deal in Christ with the Truth.
I mean none of this to be a downer. I just believe with all this affliction most of us are suffering through that this is the reality and getting constant Walmart alerts about what great buys there are for gifts to provide a moment's narcotic for what we all face is not the tonic I choose to imbibe.
I just miss my sister. I ran into Bugsy a few weeks back. Bugsy was babysat by her. He finally told me something that was on his mind. It has been years since my dad died and I had my devastatingly beautiful brunette hair long. It was a windy bitch at that cemetery that day, and Bugsy said, "I saw you there and you turned around with your long hair and I said,' That is Laney". So I guess I look like my sister.
Sorry the forever log that was supposed to burn for awhile yet, burned through. You never can tell with wood from the same tree. Have added a sister log to the fire, not prewarmed, but from crotch wood, will see how this one pans out. Been fortunate in the cellar holding heat. Makes things easier upstairs, but Lord God was my back cold in starting this the first day as those cold rocks behind me kept breathing 48 degree air on me. I know the temperature as I read the thermometer. It as 48. Then it was 51 the next day on a cold start, and today I think it was 53 or 55. Doing the minimum burns and the thermometer is up to 78 degrees. This barrel stove with the Inspired directions of the Holy Ghost has really done what any 3000 dollar stove could not. I try not not to burn hot, but today my hand was a foot over the stove and it was too hot to hold it there. With regular bricks at the bottom half it is just warm to the touch.
As God gave me pretty coals the 20 below night and I sealed things up, I like how it kept the house pretty warm. Am thinking that I might be able to rig this to shut down earlier. This is a new experience for me as have not had it this cold and the stove burning like it is just cool outside.
I used to love Christmas, now I love Jesus more.Is my focus really in working for Christ's return, then all will be right. Is an interesting part of this life now for me, in how I have left go of so much of the world, if not all of it. Maybe I will dress one of the trade guns I got in it's shell stock to see how that goes. Playing dress up is of more interest to me in prepping for those times ahead.
Sorry, new log had to be rolled over and reminded it had to burn. Same tree, different wood as night and day.
I do hope people have a Merry Christmas. If the road clear I have to go care for the livestock and hope all is well there. If not, then it is that chore one day later and either way I have decided that the barrel stove will be my grill for pork ribs. I did not want to cook, but that is the way it is. I made this strawberry jello, jellied cranberry, nuts, apples and celery thing today. I made this lime jello thing with cole slaw earlier this year, as I seem to be making things one last time. I know I will not miss the lime cole slaw, even if it is good.
Have to figure out what to feed the stove as this log is not behaving and I have some things to do, but do not want it too hot of a burn. Is what sticks are for.
So it is a blessed Christmas Eve to one and all.No peace on earth and no good will toward God's creation. That will come with Christ's return which is what I am celebrating. I am thankful for what God has turned out right. I see the 12 pack of Miller beer I bought as a toast to my dead brother which is sitting here should be drunk by Feb. 28, 2022. He would say it is now skunky, as that was his line about every beer which people were insulted by and wondered what the hell he was talking about. He claimed to be an expert on allot of things. He bought me traps one year, and then used them. He was like that allot.
I bless the good Protestant Christians among this blogs family have a year of the Lord's Light in all of this darkness. I have suffered enough. I have no intention of continuing it when the people that are tools of satan and did all of this to God's work are the ones suffering.
This little light of mine.........
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