This evening, we had our first hot fire of the season in the fireplace. It sounds funny to say that, given that it's mid-February. Usually by this time, we've enjoyed many a nice roaring fire; but with our plates so full this year, we simply haven't made the time until now. Jim & the boys picked up the movie "Iron Man" from the Red Box on the way home and we all settled down to watch it after dinner. The fire felt warm and inviting; even Jerry the cat was basking in its glow. As I watched the real wood burn and smelled the smell of a "real" fire, I couldn't help but to think that when we are settled in to the new house, fires like theses will be a thing of the past. Next winter season, we will be able to light our new gas fireplace with a remote control. Like many other modern "conveniences," I have mixed feelings about that, and will truly miss the sights and the smells of the real thing.
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