I just split a trailer load of wood and then took a break to eat a half a jar of dill pickles. Both were pretty satisfying. I have no idea why.
No…there is no point to this post.
I just split a trailer load of wood and then took a break to eat a half a jar of dill pickles. Both were pretty satisfying. I have no idea why.
No…there is no point to this post.
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Ozymandias
I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: “Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert . . . Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed:
And on the pedestal these words appear:
‘My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!’
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.”
“Coimhéad fearg fhear na foighde”
Beware of the anger of a patient man.
I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself. A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough without ever having felt sorry for itself.
In a room where people unanimously maintain a conspiracy of silence, one word of truth sounds like a pistol shot.
Pointless comment.
Pointless acknowledgment.
42.
If it works for you, it means a lot. If you don’t know what it means, keep doing it until it makes sense or you run out of dill pickles, whichever comes first.
And shaddup about the firewood. I’m overdue for my couple of cords for the year.
I can tell you why I get satisfaction out of cutting and splitting a load of firewood for the stove. It isreal work with a direct benefit that I saw to myself. It isn’t a heating bill for last month that I now have to pay, it’s future heat, stacked and ready. And there is nothing like the warmth of a room with a wood stove.
As long as you don’t start splitting and stacking dill pickles, and munching on firewood . . .
🙂
it the little things in life fire and sustenance aint life grand