What a wonderful weekend it was, but oh boy! Does the fair leave us all feeling fatigued afterwards. My goodness. All that extra walking, talking, and standing around waiting on our kids to ride the midway in the hot, hot sun for hours on end. It’s a fantastic time of year, but I’m glad we only do it once per year! Holy-moly.
The splitting is moving along at a halfway decent pace. I feel lucky when I find several rounds that want to come apart easily, because when I have to spend twenty plus minutes hacking away at one round just to resort to my wedges it can feel like I’m not getting anywhere with the wood pile. The growing length and height of the pile tells me otherwise, but you know how it feels when things just aren’t flowing like you know they can be. Irritating, frustrating, and straight up maddening to be hung up on a single piece of wood for the better part of an hour. I’d much prefer they come apart with each whack so I can visibly see progress being made. But, I sorted through the pile and located some new bits to wait on when I head over tomorrow morning. Unless it’s raining too hard, then I guess I’ll focus on laundry, the floors, and cleaning the kitchen, because fair weekend produces a lot of additional required clean up.
Today I managed about 75 minutes of splitting before the sweat was pouring down my face, and stinging my eyes. We are expecting yet another October day to reach up into the high twenties Celsius. 26°C to be more precise. It was 28°C yesterday, and was slightly higher than that in Markham. Made for a warm walk at the farm with the dog at 11:00 am, after I had gone to do some grocery shopping earlier in the morning. I do like the sunshine, we need it to be dry in order for my father in law to get the beans up out of the various fields. The combine heads were acting up,cso they’ve been delayed — again, not just in getting to the beans, but my FIL has been sick too. Both an eye & ear infection all at the same time. He sounds rough.
I will say that I don’t particularly care for logs with loads of knots, and or limb bases on them, because they are so fibrous, and tightly packed that it feels like hammering on concrete. My elbows and wrists complain a lot when I come across those kinds of pieces.
I have suitable boots, gloves, jacket, socks, and goggles for the task. I might think about buying myself a reasonable pair of work pants because the 36’s are falling off me while I work, and the belt isn’t doing much to keep them in place. I should have gone with the 34’s when I bought these pants two or so years ago now. But it looked like my weight was trending upwards fast at that point. I didn’t want to outgrow the waistline while I wasn’t being very active. Now that I climb twice per week, and walk the dog every day, and try to split wood at least three times per week I’m not trending upwards, but I’m also not really losing weight, or inches off my waist, or anything of that sort. I eat like shit, is my problem. But good tasting food is better than being thin feels, so here we are. I suppose suspenders might keep the pants from falling down, whilst simultaneously making me look twenty years older than an I am. So there is that option. Lean into the grey haired look. Ha.
Second load of laundry is in the wash. I have forwarded all of last week’s projects to the appropriate people, and I am building out a rendering as we speak. I might just break for lunch, and see what else the day brings me. Ciao Bella!
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