Got wood?
I do.
Most of the morning and part of the afternoon The Ogwife, Oglet and I spent with Mr B and Midwest Chick splitting wood.
Thoreau said firewood warms you multiple times, when you cut and split it, and when you burn it. I would also submit that when you spend time with good friends you enjoy the warmth of the friendship.
And now we have enough firewood to last most of the winter, Mr B has a good reserve supply, and Midwest Chick, Mr B, and I have several bee stings, I got one on the cheek, one next to my other ear, and one under my left arm. Mr B got one in the armpit and surprisingly enough, didn’t get one in the new ventilation spots in his pants he got when I inadvertently pushed him over with the woodsplitter. The jeans afterwards looked like this:
I’m a little surprised he didn’t shoot me.
The Oglet learned to drive a tractor under the tutelage of the apt Midwest Chick, and has been promised to be cut loose with a chainsaw next time. Mayhem. I haz it.
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The fellowship makes the sore muscles all worthwhile.
We had a good time.
And thanks for dinner.
And thanks for not laughing when I tore my trousers. At least I can cut off the legs and have a pair of new gun cases…..
P.s. I wish I could have carried those jeans off as well as she did…
We had a great time and the Oglet did fantastic on the tractor. Mastered not only going forwards, but going backwards, which is infinitely more difficult.
Thanks to you all for a very fine day of fellowship (and thanks too for dinner). And yet more thanks to both the Ogwife and the Oglet for their tireless stacking.
Just have to add that I think Mr. B carried off those jeans quite well, IMO.
“Just have to add that I think Mr. B carried off those jeans quite well, IMO.”
Well, you’re in the habit of looking at him in his bib underwear anyway.
It was nice to see that the art of woodsplitting by hand is not lost.
Friendship and shared work is beyond price! The bee stings, not so much…
Mweh. I just wish I would have gotten a couple in the knees. Those act like mini-cortisone shots
Sadly, I only have a gas fireplace. It only warms me once… when I turn it on using the electric switch. Then it keeps warming me until I turn it off. I don’t even get any additional warming cleaning the fireplace
And you have to pay the gas company for the warmth. Me, I have friends who give me wood.
Wait, that didn’t sound quite right.
I have so many things and shouldn’t say a one of them.
Every direction you can go from here is wrong.
Excess wood.
Ripped drawers.
Bee stings in interesting areas.
Cat hair condiments.
yeah, only bad can come of this.
The fellowship of the wood.