jeez.
so much rain.
so much fog.
so much firewood.
well,
not really SO much firewood,
but some firewood, certainly.
a cord in the a.m.,
and another one after dark,
with one last other 'nother batch of red oak and rock maple headed over this morning.
yup.
now, last year,
i missed out on burning wood indoors.
because i waited too long to order wood,
and somehow the woodsly goodness ran out.
i'd never heard of such a thing, either,
but i still didn't get any, and that was the reason why.
also,
i don't know if i really missed out,
because i used real modern-technology heat throughout the whole of the
holy halls of my Folk Life & Liberty Fortress,
and it actually heated the whole of it, as well;
which truly was kind of flippin' awesome,
being that it was the first winter i didn't think i'd freeze to death indoors.
for serious.
anyway,
if the hotness isn't as important as that hottness jauns,
then for ambiance,
and for rural realness,
and for a messy, dusty, dirty, debris-strewn main feasting room,
wood is good, neighbors.
that's real talk from the mountains an' that..
i ordered it early,
when it was still light outside after 4 p.m.,
and when the temperature wasn't terrible sweater-worthy-
and even then,
the delivery happened nearly two months from the date of order,
damn,
rustic busted bumpkins have got that lumberjackin' demand on blasssssst.
but,
the duder who brought it out here came through from the middle of maine,
and he hauled over the cleanest, neatest, nicest batch of logs i've ever gotten.
i mean it.
and what's more, the delivery was prompt, early, in fact,
and everything was as promised.
i LOVE that.
and then, i got crackin' on the stackin'.
that morning cord?
check the teleport:
one hour of sweat equity, invested in power squats and splinters.
expert.
and much later,
after dinner, and the baking of treats, and some quality crabtree time,
i went back out, to the illumination of my headlights,
and the soundtrack of my car stereo,
and crushed cord number two, too:
it turns out, i'm not afraid of manual labor at all.
i mean,
i was trying to dominate the job into submission,
so i could resume the remainder of my day off with some semblance of
active participation in pleasure.
instead,
after the shortest of showers to remove the spiders and the slivers,
my good, sweet boy and i both instantly did this:
c'mon.
ampy-d was there to capture the moment,
but crabtree and i were out cold.
straight reppin' those molto molto ZZZ's.
why was he so tired?
i think it has to be because he's a TERRIBLE helper.
it must be draining to only cause complications
in every single facet of a whole entire day right?
i'll bet.
i mean, it wore me out fairly quickly.
guys,
he tried to eat the leaves before i raked;
he tried to eat the rake when i cleared the leaves from the shed;
he tried to eat the wood when i started stacking it;
he tried to escape through the slats of the shed when he had any available free seconds;
and,
he ran around the whole house a hundred thousand times, inside, outside, upstairs
and everywhere else.
it's exhausting hanging out with him.
that's a thing.
we ran up my street's semi-steep incline,
and where i was winded and weary,
he was primed and powered up for even MORE.
damn.
my cardio levels need to get elevated pronto.
i think it's worth mentioning that when there's a downpour,
and the heavy rains fall on thirsty wood,
from maine to the intervale of bartlett, new hampshire,
said wood gets F*ing saturated,
and heavy as all heck.
i can't imagine how much less uncomfortable it would've been had the
weather, and the wood, and the puppy all been cooperative.
instead,
i made do,
and i did what needed doing, and i still found time to go out and get
some late november ornaments and lights for my impending thanksgiving guests to enjoy.
there's work to do,
always,
and i'm always working.
nobody wants to see that sh!t, though, y'know?
y'all wanna see me LIVE.
well, i'm alive,
and i'm livin' a lucid, lurid, leering, lubricious dream.
it involves wet wood and a hot box,
but i don't think it means what you think it means;
never quiet, never soft.....
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