On Sunday Scott hired a friend and his tandem truck to haul split wood from somewhere north of here, where there is more bush. They dumped it in front of one of the outbuildings at Golden Grain Farm, and Everett and I tackled it yesterday afternoon. It was a sunny day, cool enough for me to wear a scarf and sweater under a jean jacket. After 15 minutes the jacket came off; 15 more and the sweater was discarded; 15 more and the scarf followed, leaving only my gloves. (Stop imagining me naked, you'll embarrass me.)

We started out with Everett stepping over the ledge to get inside and stack the wood in rows with spaces between them for cats to patrol, while I picked the wood from the pile and set it on the ledge for him. It turned out that I move about 10 times faster than the kid so we traded places before very long. If my hands were bigger I'd have left him in the dust; too often I need to use both of them to pick up and move a block of wood, rather than carrying one in each hand. As it was, after the switch I often stood at the opening, taking a breather before he got the next two sticks of wood to the doorway.

Between us we worked for five hours, and the pile is about half moved. Both our backs are complaining, but we're going back today in hopes of getting it under the roof before the expected rain.

Now Playing in my office: gurgling water in aquarium
(anybody want a 10-gallon aquarium with fish included? please come and get it. Everett doesn't want to look after it any more and I don't want to take over.)

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