tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14474631.post4090017344417300731..comments2023-10-19T05:40:59.162-04:00Comments on Sippican Cottage: Sixteen Tons and Whaddaya Get?SippicanCottagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14940797380578921776noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14474631.post-52799363795980590162015-11-08T22:53:44.189-05:002015-11-08T22:53:44.189-05:00Not to worry, Sipp! The Global Warming boffins as...Not to worry, Sipp! The Global Warming boffins assure us that by the end of the century, it will be 2~5 degrees warmer. That should save you, like, a quarter bag of pellets a month. (Assuming the next Ice Age hasn't started by then)SteveSnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14474631.post-36530341992670700842015-11-08T07:56:43.829-05:002015-11-08T07:56:43.829-05:00Back when I could still do landscaping, the owner ...Back when I could still do landscaping, the owner of the company told me not to worry about leaving rakes, shovels and other such tools in the truck overnight. "They won't steal stuff they can't sell to a pawn shop or drug dealer. They will steal any kind of power tool, because those can be sold."Gordon Scotthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16772014586181361069noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14474631.post-88104762821836675152015-11-07T19:01:51.942-05:002015-11-07T19:01:51.942-05:00The cat died.The cat died.SippicanCottagehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14940797380578921776noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14474631.post-21789887915774658722015-11-07T17:47:07.730-05:002015-11-07T17:47:07.730-05:00It was 86 with a chance of thunderstorms here toda...It was 86 with a chance of thunderstorms here today. I couldn't live where you do. Couldn't do it. You're a stronger man than I. In two months the overnight low temperature may dip as far as 40 degrees, or even 35. Who knows? It's been said that the warmth encourages indolence. Maybe so. Hauling all those pellets inside is certainly work. At least the cat seems happy.Larry Geigerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13158449612437822789noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14474631.post-45649199406410546482015-11-07T00:39:18.655-05:002015-11-07T00:39:18.655-05:00I finally put on long pants, today. I cannot even...I finally put on long pants, today. I cannot even imagine that cold.Lesliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02284936021406079076noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14474631.post-60855399934294764892015-11-07T00:06:11.474-05:002015-11-07T00:06:11.474-05:00good to see you writing sir. i assume you must hav...good to see you writing sir. i assume you must have gotten some sort of work that's slowing down this time of year. i hope you don't starve or freeze. <br />i've missed the snark with a heave dusting of humorLeonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02288771971363819090noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14474631.post-60152771941931775392015-11-06T19:51:39.690-05:002015-11-06T19:51:39.690-05:00I use Coal- $230 per ton delivered (bulk) @ 12,000...I use Coal- $230 per ton delivered (bulk) @ 12,000 btu per pound = $10 per million BTU's.Bilejoneshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15426920337506809987noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14474631.post-44179872200245653102015-11-06T16:26:49.116-05:002015-11-06T16:26:49.116-05:00Vogelzang = Birdsong
Kind of poetic.Vogelzang = Birdsong<br /><br />Kind of poetic.Fat Manhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09554029467445000453noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14474631.post-64409936603982755402015-11-06T16:20:47.333-05:002015-11-06T16:20:47.333-05:00Wait, winter is coming...!???!!!??
timWait, winter is coming...!???!!!??<br /><br /><br />timAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14474631.post-81513734225520117402015-11-06T15:29:03.492-05:002015-11-06T15:29:03.492-05:00I remember, oh sooooooooo fondly, splitting a cou...I remember, oh sooooooooo fondly, splitting a couple of cords for the winters in the near tropical town of Litchfield Ct. many years ago. I remember the fun fun fun of getting logs down into the size of chopsticks so they could fit into the potbellied stove in the kitchen/dining room of a rambling farmhouse. I lovingly recall the seasonal wonder of shrink-wrapping plastic to the windows and jamming tubes of rags into the gaps at the bottom of the door. I remember those wonderful February nights when we'd give up on the upstairs bedrooms because you'd have to sprint from the kitchen up two flights of stairs into the bedroom with a pan of hot coals...... when we gave up we'd have to pull out the mattress and plunk it down on the floor in the kitchen / dining area..... and then try to sleep warm.<br /><br />The only upside to this? Two or three times I was able to lure my girlfriend's girlfriends up for a "winter weekend in the country" without letting them know they would be sleeping with both of us on the floor of the kitchen living room..... Well, they really didn't have to. They could, if they wanted, chip the ice off the beds upstairs and nestle in. Every single one of them refused this option.<br /><br />Ahhh, those two girlfriend nights. Good times. But then I'm just a nostalgic kind of guy.vanderleunhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10296245324443413545noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14474631.post-61491845170105809922015-11-06T15:22:22.437-05:002015-11-06T15:22:22.437-05:00Your fortitude and bravery inspire me!Your fortitude and bravery inspire me!Sam L.https://www.blogger.com/profile/00996809377798862214noreply@blogger.com