Last Friday, we had a man come to take a look at our fireplace. It was originally a wood-burning fireplace, but the previous owners converted it to gas. We've been talking about converting it back to wood-burning, because there's nothing like hearing the wood crackle, and also we chopped down a big tree last year and need something to do with the wood.
We expected the whole thing to cost a few hundred dollars, but the fireplace man told us all we had to do was cap the gas line and we'd be good to go and it would cost zero dollars.
Well Matt took that bit of info and ran with it. An hour and a trip to Home Depot later and he was in the garage with a pair of giant pliers wrapped around the gas line. Anything involving gas lines makes me nervous, so I told Matt I'd be on the opposite end of the house until the situation was resolved.
"Okay," he said, "I know what I'm doing. But on the off chance you hear me yell, run for the hills."
After half an hour I couldn't stand it anymore and went back to the garage to check on Matt.
"Everything is fine," he said, "I bet you think I do this for a living."
Ah, yes. That's just the thought I was having.
A little while later, Matt had successfully plugged the gas line, removed the pipes, and it was time to stoke a fire.
Unfortunately it was also time to go Black Friday shopping with Emily, but Matt had a fire lit when I got home.
We also put up our outdoor Christmas lights on Friday.
Since we moved in a few weeks before Christmas last year, we didn't put up outdoor lights. But we talked about our plans for outdoor illumination all year and Matt was ready to execute that plan.
When I pictured decorating the house for Christmas, I pictured carols playing and mugs of hot cocoa and both of us wearing Santa hats while snowflakes fell down around us. What happened was both of us complaining about the quality of cheap lights made in China and a rickety old ladder with a brick shoved under one side to make it somewhat level while Matt gave a safety lecture about three points of contact when climbing a ladder.
I think it's just what Andy Williams had in mind when he sang about the most wonderful time of the year.
Matt cooked dinner this weekend and biscuits were on the menu. I walked in when he was cooking and I noticed that the biscuits were on a baking sheet kind of shoved next to the coffee machine, but I didn't think much of it. But when dinner was all ready and I plopped a biscuit on my plate, I saw that Matt had put hearts on each biscuit.
It really is the most wonderful time of the year.