That was a nice surprise! Having returned from a two month hiatus I got a score* of happy comments welcoming me back to the living. I appreciate that! Also a few coffees popped up in “buy me a coffee”. Nice!
I would have done everything I’ve done regardless, but it feels less like a solo venture. The nudge of encouragement was very welcome.
(*Also, where but my own blog would I be able to use the old definition of “score”: meaning “twenty”? So long as weirdos like me have a place to be, not every bit of the world is toned down.)
How do I describe my motivation this weekend? Our modern world is awash in Newspeak. There’s currently no easy way to say “feeling down in a manner that’s entirely reasonable due to circumstances”. Depression is incorrect. You’re supposed to feel down after a death. Sad is inadequate. Regardless, one “cure” for “depression” is exercise. Another is “getting shit done”. So I did both.
My firewood pile has been neglected in my absence. It’s inadequate for the winter. If I run out (which is a certainty so far) I’ll have to heat with fuel oil. Fuel oil is expensive (oh how nice those few years of cheap oil really were!). Also the furnace heats the house but it’s never without a chill. So it would suck but I won’t die.
I much prefer wood. It heats the house better and it “feels right”. I don’t know how to say that either. It’s “right” because it makes me happy, because nobody extracted from me a fortune in taxes for a tree, because it’s local, because it’s traditional… because it works absolutely fine even though it’s age old technology. For all those reasons I guess.
So I fired up my woodsplitter and started stacking. It’s hard work. Time and stress has taken it’s toll. I’m a little more out of shape than I’d like. I’m older than I was.
But I did some stacking on a blustery Saturday afternoon. It wasn’t much but it was some. Then I rested.
On Sunday it was light drizzle, good weather to sit inside feeling sorry for myself. Instead I stacked more wood. It was a little chilly and a little rainy but as my grandma used to say “what do you care if it rains, you won’t melt”.
Every woodsplitter generates a pile of cast off bits of wood as it’s used. These are parts and hunks that are too small to stack, bigger than sawdust, and usually half rotten or otherwise useless. It includes lots of bark and a fair amount of dirt. Wood is natural in all it’s organic messiness. I raked the pile onto a shovel, pushed it away from my woodshed, and lit it. It took forever for the wet bark to catch but it eventually did. I kept splitting and stacking while the little fire smoked and sputtered.
Then the skies opened up and all hell broke loose! I wound up sitting inside my rickety woodshed. I parked a lawnchair near the open doorway (there is no door) and sat just beyond the storm. There was enough heat coming off the fire to warm me… barely.
Outside the rain was very cold… approaching sleet. It rained hard. Every now and then I’d throw another couple shovel loads of waste wood onto the fire; getting soaked in the process.
I drank a beer and watched the world wash away. Exercise is good for you. A warm fire in a rainstorm might be all you need.
I didn’t stack a full supply for the winter. I’m only human and I use a lot of wood in a winter. I’m barely halfway there.
But I’m in better shape than when I started. I mean that in every sense of the word.
I hope your weekend was as fruitful as mine.