The night sky in November can be something to behold if it’s not overcast, grey and dreary. Last night was no exception with all those vibrant colours in the sky. Really makes you stop in your tracks and look around awestruck. A quiet moment fit for introspection. We are very lucky that so many others made huge sacrifices so that we could stumble upon a free sunset full of hope & love. Thanks for all that you gave up, and for all the things you have given us the opportunity for. Immeasurable.
The pile of logs is ever growing, and at this rate we could light up the night sky ourselves with a single gigantic bonfire. “The beacons are lit, Gondor calls for aid!” Fire department, probably. But in all seriousness I have made it up from the lane to the first dumping is asphalt and there are more logs and waste wood that I cannot split by hand than there is useable wood from right out of the pile. It is looking more and more like I should spend several hours organising the wood and then going in with my chainsaws to make this a more productive endeavour. There’s just so much wood to move around to get to that point. I think much of this we will find to be rotten, and will go right into the treeline without much of a second thought. I split seven or eight log segments today that had to be approaching 30 inches in length. Far too long. Fourteen to sixteen inch rounds make for perfect firewood for most wood stoves or fireplaces. They were so heavy I split them right on the ground as I could not fathom wrenching my back to lift the damn things up into my chopping block. I’ve even resorted to adding a second stack of log segments closer to the big pile. It has become far too much work to carry them all down to the first log pile by the lane. I’ll save myself the thirty steps and make a safe stack in a second spot thank you very much.
Even if I had hoped to complete this pile within the next few months, the amount of cutting I need to do to get to a point where all I had to do from then on was chop is now going to exceed five to six hours on the chainsaws. My back aches just thinking about all that bending down. Oh my. I’ll do it, but I’m going to moan about it the entire time. I’ll have to make sure my voltaren is full, and my icy-hot is nearby. I’ll walk like an elderly man for days on end once I get to it. Ugh! Still, could be worse.
I’m going to put the news on to observe some proper Remembrance Day ceremonies and once that’s done I will assemble our Christmas tree and wait for the kids to come home so that we can decorate it together.
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