Author Archives: AdaptiveCurmudgeon

Several weeks ago I wrote up a woodpile report. It had been a bad week with standard blues music luck and excessive general consternation. The post was 666 words of black depression. Who needs that? I decided not to post … Continue reading →

Posting has been light for a few days and the trend will continue a bit longer. I’ve got to do a thing at a place for a purpose. I may elaborate later. Or maybe I won’t. Happy weekending.

I’m doing a shitty job at avoiding politics. As always, I beg forgiveness as I crash into the festering swamp. You don’t have to follow if you don’t want. I’ll be back in reality again sooner or later. Today I … Continue reading →

I’ve been trying to limit my exposure to politics. Much like I avoid dysentery. I extend that approach to my blog but periodically fail. Forgive me. There are a few things about “freedom” I want to say before Trump flames … Continue reading →

Any man who’s crawling around beneath twenty tons of suspended unforgiving physics because a $9 stick of BOOM scares the squares is in his own little purgatory. Continue reading →

I’m nowhere near done amassing wood. So what? I’ve started in the right direction. I haven’t eaten an onion sandwich, chased phantom bridge mats from Craigslist, or been financially screwed (see: last year’s bridge mat saga). Nor have I broken … Continue reading →

[The firewood supply rebuild started late and I came off the line slowly and had a dead saw day but my uber-woodsplitter redeemed me. You build a mountain a pebble at a time. It’s a whole lotta’ work so I’m … Continue reading →

[The firewood supply rebuild started late and with a shaky start. However, firewood is not a sprint it’s a marathon. You build a mountain a pebble at a time. My second round was pretty weak though.] Round #2: I’d just … Continue reading →