Although it was only two weeks ago that I had my bout with heat exhaustion, it seems like cold weather has arrived. I'm still feeling unwell, and I asked Robb if we might fire up our furnace for the first time.
Robb came into the bedroom just now asking, rhetorically, how anyone is supposed to light our pilot light, which is located at the bottom of a drafty two-foot hole that a human arm won't fit in.
Curious about how he did it? I was.
Robb soaked three matches in beeswax, tied them in sequence to a length of wire, so that when one match started to burn down, it would light the next one.
One of the many things that I love about Robb is his ingenuity. He doesn't fuss over difficulties. He thinks creatively and works with what he's got.
(Maybe I'll talk about how the plumbing under our house exploded this afternoon, and how Robb did a temporary repair with his favorite material -- bike inner tubes -- some other time. He says this project was worthy of the There, I fixed it blog.)