Man work. Some jobs are now, always have been, and no amount of feminazi propaganda will change the fact that they always will be a man's job. As long as spiders need to be squashed, snakes need to be killed and someone has to be blamed for an irrational feeling of unhappiness, men will have a purpose.
One of those purposes in our house is the making of fire. We have a pellet stove that came with the house when we bought it 14 winters ago. It was an old stove then and is even older now. I believe the folks we bought the house from had the stove installed back in 1993, but I'm not sure. As far as the guy who owns the pellet stove store in our town is concerned, I should just buy a new stove. I won't because they cost over $3,500 and because mine still works, even if it has some quirks.
The wife informed me this morning that its supposed to get into the 20's tonight with freezing rain. I took that as polite reminder that the spring cleaning of the stove that I should have done back in April still needed my attention. Attend to it I did. Now two hours latter the deed is done. The stove has been disassembled, cleaned, reassembled and filled with a new bag of pellets. The only part of the chore I didn't do is removing and reinstalling a new door gasket.
Last winter I replaced the gasket halfway through the winter. It seemed to work fine and then towards the end of march it seemed to start leaking at the top of the door. I have no idea what caused this, or what I could have done better with the installation. I have a new replacement gasket, but I'm going to hold off till we are using the stove on a daily basis before replacing it. The gasket cement needs a constant period of the stove burning in order to cure properly.