It’s been a while since I’ve talked about my Aga, the archaic cooker in my kitchen. It’s a thing of beauty that runs on a very simple mechanism of a gas pilot heating up heavy duty cast iron ovens that are always ready for duty. It’s warm, all of the time. And it’s pretty much a lovely thing 9 months of the year. Thank goodness for air conditioning during the other three months.
Agas are a very popular place for all types of mammalian creatures during the colder months. It’s one of the first places I visit after coming in from the cold. However, I often find several, if not all, of the cats laying in front of it and I need to wedge myself between their begrudging bodies. I often have to do a little dance around them to reach things on the stovetop during the winter months. But, this week, all of that has become even more difficult. Let me explain.
A few days ago I finally decided to block the knitted blanket that has been my big, long term project for the past year and a half. I finished it early in December, but blocking takes so much room, I didn’t have the space with all of the extra stuff covering surfaces and counters for Christmas. Once the decks were cleared, the house just seemed too cold for blocking since I was concerned that it would take a long time to dry. But with the little bit of warmer weather earlier this week, I decided the time was right to finish this project, and be able to enjoy the blanket in the remaining cold months of this season.
It was soaked, it was squeezed and it was pinned to my blocking tiles. But since it was still so wet, I pressed large old bath towels all over it to help absorb the water. And now, we’re about to loop back to the beginning of this story. The Aga. Because the Aga is always warm, it’s a great place to dry damp towels, boots that were in the snow, mitttens, hats, or whatever. And so I hung the towels over the front rail.
The minute my back was turned the boys pulled those towels to the floor as their own makeshift bed. They were so happy. I was not.
But, I noticed a funny thing. There was more peace in the house now that they had a soft and warm spot to cozy up together. And although I was tripping over the bunched up towels on the floor, I kind of hated to mess with the peace.
Then, Joe suggested that maybe we should replace the towels with the cat beds that are normally in the family room. Why not?
I’ll tell you why not. Now that the beds are in front of the Aga, I can’t even dance around then to cook at all. I’m left with three choices. Disturb the kitty peace each time I need to cook. Give up cooking. Or grow longer arms.
Which would you do?