About 9 years ago I asked my husband for a firepot for my birthday. For those that do not know what a firepot is, another name it goes by is chiminea. It is basically a clay fire place for the outdoors.
When we went looking for said firepot, they weren't as popular as they are now. We ended up with one that the leaf design embedded on the front of it is slightly off kilter. I didn't let that stop me from getting it. I am not so much into asthetics as I am into functionality.
By the way, as I write, the firepot is blazing outside.
I think my husband thought I was a little wacky when I requested the firepot. After all, this was something new. None of our friends had one. Still, he indulged me because I insisted. We went all over creation looking for the perfect firepot. Actually I found the perfect firepot. It was $400. The one we bought was $99. Huge difference, considering our financial status 9 years ago.
Anyway, we get this thing home and the first thing we read from the instructions which came with it is that a firepot has to be cured. In other words, don't build a huge fire in it, or it will crack.
Don't build a fire in it when it is wet, or it will crack.
This was like a baby. Good grief!
We were so careful. Whenever a hurricane came around we made sure to lay it down for fear it would be toppled.
Actually the toppling fear was mine. My husband, who is majorly anal rententive and has anxiety issues, thought it would go through our window. A possibility maybe, but highly unlikely.
We were also warned NEVER to put in those pre-fab logs that you buy at the grocery store. They cook too hot, and you end up with a cracked-pot. So, 9 years later we are putting those pre-fabbed logs in. It seems that our firepot is well seasoned.
The clay withstood the test of time. The heat made it a better vessel.
So it is for us. We go through hard times. Hard times make or break us.
I like the fact that the firepot has made it this far. I think there is not much we can do to it, to abuse it that it would break. I don't want to break my firepot. It is like an old friend now. So many things have happened around that fire. So many words have been spoken. So many hurts have been healed. So many wounds have been opened, shut, and opened again.
I want to be the firepot. Hard. Seasoned. Uneasy to break. And yet, through all of the abuses, the firepot still has it's yawning mouth opened to take in more.
You can be seasoned and yet still be open.
P.S. The photo I posted last night was not our firepot. The one posted now is. The dog in the photo is Buster, from my first list of tens post.
The truth is that if I could slap every stupid male in society I'd do it. Don't treat me like I'm stupid cuz I'm a female. Don’t patronize me. Don't treat me like less a person based on my gender.
Yeah. I want to slap some men. They were brought up by their parents to eschew women. Women are less of our society. They are flighty, stupid, given to bouts of hormones. Like men are any different? Give me a break. My husband is a perfect example of a man who has issues. My husband is so screwed up from his raising.
So it makes me pissed off when men want to say I’m screwed up because I’m a woman.You start to learn the men that treat women as equals, and the one's that don't. The funny thing is that I don't think men and women are equal so called equals. I think the genders each have special talents that make them important to society.
So yeah, I want to slap some men... alot of men... the men who want to be in competition with me. It sucks. I'm not in competition. I just want to be the best I can be. Let’s put all this stupid putting each other down aside.
Men aren’t capable. Competition is their middle name and all they know how to do is put down the woman they are supposedly working with, or God forbid in love with.