Our boy did call me to come out with my camera. I wasn't sure why he was so concerned I document this yearly task -- then I learned that there was much speculation on how to lift, and whether the old pot would survive.
Ready .......one......two......three ....
. . . Lift . . .
.... or not.
done. gone. over. trash.
I was not disappointed.
I had lobbied for the thing to be trashed back in June when DIY Guy decided to fix it with heat resistant caulk. How DO you say that word ? .... "cawk"? or "culk"?
He claimed the bright (irridescent) caulk would fade and blend in. That we probably would never notice the attempt at repairing the many cracks.
But that's all I saw were the cracks.
the ugly bright pink crack lines all over the pot.
Farewell dear chimenea. You served us well, heated many a cool evening and provided warm romantic light and fire for many.
Next year.... perhaps one that won't break. Or be so heavy.
Cawk. I say Cawk. Rhymes with hawk.