This weekend we got a cord of wood delivered. Some people may want to know, "How much wood is a cord?"
A lot.
HusbandKV spent Saturday building racks and stacking this cord of wood. Now we have indoor, porch, and patio stacks of wood. We also have a fire.
In the foreground is a pallet that some furniture came on, reborn as a firewood rack. You can see more wood in the background, and then there's the wood you can't see.
DHV had been working on his balance. Here he brings me some coasters.
And in live-action.
8 comments:
Whoa. Wow. Hey
I mean that last time I was kind of really impressed, but later, awake in bed at night, I thought, "Yeah, he's walking, but it's kind of a lean, tilt, carefully managed lunge." Here, though, we're seeing some real spring.
Which doesn't really cover what Ella might say to you about your carbon footprint vs. this cord of wood.
I'm glad he's perfecting his zombie walk just in time for Halloween.
Also, did you split that cord, or just rack it up?
That last comment was from Ella.
Also, Arthur got two cords of wood and split them by himself. In one afternoon. Then he kissed his biceps, one then the other, spat, and said, "How's that?"
The dude who delivered the wood told me it was bamboo, and that it actually absorbed carbon shen it burned. I'm just a wood stacker, and he was a tough carhartt-wearing type dude, sort of like Arthur, so I believed him. After he dropped his load (of wood), he kissed both biceps and said, "How's YOUR news?" I thought it was strange at the time.
Wow, a baby just can't catch a break in this family.
I said to Arthur, "Honey, have you seen the latest DHV blog entry? It's all about firewood." Arthur looked up from his nightly craigslist search for "waitbench", all ears and asked hopefully, "Did he chop it up himself?" When I responded in the negative he immediately lost interest and dropped down to do some push-ups while muttering something about the so-called men he was forced to call his in-laws who either were (1) too weak to insist on fire-building in the face of their wives' global warming concerns or (2) too weak to chop their own wood.
It's so funny that Arthur is looking on Craigslist for a "wait bench," since we all spend so much time waiting for him...
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