We had a big work weekend, as usual. But unusual for us, we woke up and hit the road at 6AM. We wanted to get into Manhattan early to pick up the barn lights that had been delivered to my office. There's always lots of jobs competing for our attention, but this weekend we really need to make a dent in the electrical so we'll be ready when the service is connected from the road.
But it was cold. Very cold this weekend in fact. So before I could get those lights installed, I'd need to install the pellet stove. Pellet stoves actually have more in common with gas heaters than wood stoves. They're very well insulated electronically controlled heating devices. They don't heat up their bodies and emanate heat like a stove, instead the heat from the controlled fire inside the insulated chamber is blown into the living space via a fan, and the exhaust from the fire is blown outdoors via a small horizontal chimney vent. They still take all day to set up. (Rule of thumb: Everything takes a day.)
Once we got pellet stove set up, I had the rest of Saturday night to wire electrical outlets and assemble the barn lamps for installation in the warmth of our new heater. Bunker curled up on the bed and Becca joined him later.
On Sunday we woke to a reasonably warm house. We didn't run the heater that night because we haven't yet installed our carbon monoxide detectors and while I think I did a good job installing the heater, why risk it.
I spent Sunday up on a ladder installing our barn lights. It was cold outside, but I knew it was nothing compared to how cold it would get in the next few weeks, and the last thing I want to be doing is working with stiff copper wire and cold metal pliers on a cold wet November day.
Becca had the good fortune to spend Sunday inside priming the walls in the now roasty toasty cabin.