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Monthly Archives: October 2014
So there I was, standing next to my hefty truck and my ridiculously out of scale little utility trailer (the pony trailer) amid mountainous piles of used bridge mats. This is what happens when I try to save time by … Continue reading
Jake’s scribbled notes were excellent. Ten miles later I was inching along a new dirt road cut into the forest. At the end of the road I found a construction site with a couple industrial pole barns in mid-assembly. Workmen … Continue reading
It was a big construction company. There were several excavators, dump trucks, and the like in a large muddy parking area in front of an industrial building. They were obviously in the business of building roads and such. No sign … Continue reading
Ring ring. “MegaCorp Construction, we build it so you don’t have to. How can I help you?” Curmudgeon: “I’m calling about the ad. It says you’ve got firewood for sale?” “Certainly. I’ll transfer you to Jake…” Click… they hung up. … Continue reading
In theory buying firewood should be easy; much easier than processing the wood myself. I should be able to define what I want using the unit of a cord (which is a definition older than time). I should be able … Continue reading
I didn’t cut as much winter firewood as I need (or want?). Being a rational sort, I decided to buy some. If I couldn’t do that, what’s the point of all those little green slips of paper? Yeah yeah, buying … Continue reading
(Yes, I start lists by counting up from zero when it suits me.) I heat with wood. I do it myself and it’s not a small feat. I find trees, fell them, buck them into rounds, split the rounds, load … Continue reading
I’m in the middle of a construction project and I’ve got construction adhesive on everything within a ten foot radius. Plus, of course, several boxes of Torx screws scattered about (to be found later by tires). It occurs to me … Continue reading
Failure to Fire has ridden off into the sunset. I’m gonna’ miss it. I respect that that the author deliberately wrapped it up and said “adiós” on the way out. Well done sir.