Sometimes, being a skeptic and debunker takes over my real life.
We found out recently that the chimney over our fireplace is disintegrating. The house is 30 or so years old, and we have been discovering that sometimes corners were cut in its construction.![]()
Anyway, an inspector told us that it either needs to be torn down, or replaced. When we investigated how much it would cost to replace it, we decided we didn't need a fireplace so much anymore!
I'm not the world's leading do-it-yourselfer, but this seemed like a job I could handle. So today I got my ladder, my sledgehammer, and my chisel, and up on the roof I went. The chimney bricks are bigger than normal red bricks, making them unwieldy and a little tough to dislodge. The mortar in between comes out readily enough, but the corners of the chimney are braced by steel rods. To get the bricks out, I had to chip away at the mortar, then grab the bricks with both hands and wriggle them until I could pull them loose.
One piece of mortar was being stubborn. It was trapped between a brick and the steel rod, and I had to really get in there to get to it. I was hacking away at it, when, like Minerva from the head of Jupiter, the thought erupted fully-grown in my mind: I wondered what Hoagland would say about me trying to free masonry!
And then the second thought came so fast it overlapped with the first. I wondered what time it was... because it wouldn't have surprised me one bit if the time were 11:11 a.m.
I need a vacation.





The most prized fish in my neck of the woods are trout (very common) and various kinds of pike. Northern pike can get *huge*, and they can be aggressive; I know several people who've needed stitches after Northern bites. The walleyed pike, of course, is Minnesota's state fish. 