On Monday night, I got a call from the company I’d called about cleaning the chimney last week…was very pleased because I’d expected to be waiting a lot longer than three days to get an appointment! Here’s the history: The first year we moved into the house (Nov. 29, 2008), we had a guy come and clean the chimney…he came just after Christmas (about a month after I called him…he was “backed up”). I called the same guy in September of 2009. He was still “backed up,” and also having some sort of surgery soon. He said he’d put me “on the list.” He never showed up! I took him off my list this year…I called another guy (I’m a big believer in “getting a guy” to do things we can’t do, despite my dad offering to do it…I love him, but he doesn’t know anything about chimney cleaning!). Even though he was listed in the Yellow Pages under “chimney cleaning” the guy told me he’d given it up: “too much liability” and “people don’t want to pay enough.” He suggested the third company I called last Friday. The man I talked to on Monday told me they would be in my area on Tuesday afternoon, so I stayed home from the bookstore to let him in. It was a nice bonus…the house to myself for most of the day…yay! I would use the time to listen to my music, make cinnamon buns, and play on the computer.
I got up on Tuesday morning, and got Jim and the kids out the door before having a shower…I debated getting dressed, but thought I should have clothes on for the chimney guys (as opposed to pyjamas)! I skipped makeup, though, and never touched my hair again after brushing it when I got out of the shower.
I put on the first CD while I made myself tea and Toad in the Hole (with a bagel) for breakfast: Richard Shindell‘s Courier. Wonderful!
I ate my breakfast, started the dishwasher, and started making the cinnamon bun dough:
An hour later, it looked like this:
I punched it down, and covered it to rise again. I put Meg Hutchinson‘s The Living Side on. Her favourite of mine is Come Up Full. I played on my computer some more. Here’s the dough after the second rise:
In the meantime, the guys arrived to clean the chimney…I put the baby gate up in the family room to keep Jake from terrorizing them. On his way down the basement stairs, I mentioned to the head guy that the stovepipe might need to be replaced. “You didn’t tell me that last night,” he muttered. “I don’t have parts with me!” He took his vacuum cleaner down to do the cleaning. I took my dough in the dining room, and rolled it out, spread it with butter, sprinkled it with brown sugar and cinnamon, and then rolled it up. Then I sliced the roll for the cinnamon buns:
While they rose, I ate lunch and listened to Rose Cousins‘ The Send Off…here’s what the buns looked like before I put them in the oven:
The chimney guys finished their work within an hour…poor Jake spent the time running from one end of the house to the other, not sure which direction to bark at: Were the bad guys outside, in the basement, or by the back door? I wrote them a check for $96 and change…the head guy told me they had used foil tape to patch the stovepipe (the same thing the other guy had done two years ago…foil tape must be chimney guys’ duct tape!). After the workers left, I put the cinnamon buns in the oven…keeping with the “cinnamon” theme, I played a tribute album to Neil Young called Cinnamon Girl. About 35 minutes later, the buns were ready to take out. Hope came home from school, and we’d eaten three of them before I realized I’d forgotten to take a picture of the finished product…Hope took this one:
One of the hard parts about being a working mom is that I rarely get time with my kids “one-on-one.” I took advantage of the hour-and-a-half Hope and I had to ourselves before Jim and Anna would be home for supper. I took the opportunity to show Hope the dollhouse furniture my mom and her sisters used to play with in the late 1940’s…I had loved it as a child, and she had never seen it. Hope is the only one of my kids who was really into dolls! She had a great time arranging the furniture and tiny dolls:
While Hope played with the dollhouse stuff, I put on a pork roast and rice for supper. By the time Jim and Anna got home, we had picked everything up…
It was a good day at home…