Every year, it’s the same old song
and dance, but one I sure do love to chronicle. I’ve totally slacked off on the
woodpile, which seems to be a regular occurrence every year. Since the weather
is nicer, I’m more motivated to tackle the job, and I have to say, with cooler
temps, the job is once again fun. Heat just seems to suck the fun out of
everything that doesn’t involve water. We didn’t order any log lengths this
year, and I was a little concerned that losing touch with TB, our wood man, but
after talking to him, he didn’t seem to care one way or another. Besides, he
was last in bringing this load, and even said he wouldn’t be offended or
surprised if I had obtained our wood from somebody else. Whatever be the case,
he told me anytime we needed wood, give him a call. Fair enough.
The wood is cut into blocks, I
just need to move, split and stack. I think I’m about 1/3 done, maybe 1/4, but
it’s a start. Plus, the weather has been beautiful, and it’s something that the
kids, mostly N, enjoy helping me with. It’s nice to hang with them and work
outside. It makes me feel like a father.
Until the next time, thanks for
reading.
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