Update: Sal and I have been gettin’ in the wood these past few days. Firewood. We have not had to do much in the way of stocking the woodpile these past few years. We’ve had it easy. We’ve gotten soft. Especially Sal (but I like that in a woman, personally).
We were away for the winter for a couple of the past few years, the house is well insulated and, of course, we get the heating benefits of global warming. The three or four cords we had in the wood shed served us for the better part of four years. But this year, staying put, we pounded through the back half of it and so it was time to get back into the swing of things.
As the days go by, we generally keep an eye out for a good ‘floater’, a log that sits high in the water and looks generally knot free. Potential heat. We like the little ones – between 8 and 12 inches in diameter. Easier to manage for us. Don’t forget, we have to drag ’em up the hill on the highline, then drag ’em across the top of our property to pile up in the pile-up place. Then they sit there until we have enough – 30 or 40 twelve-foot lengths – or, in some years we had to get on with it whether we had enough or not. Usually we have enough to warrant the effort. Over the past few years, we had acquired the thirty or so logs and now we were gettin’ on with it.
Funny how age compensates for less energy……..now we double-thought and stewed about the process a bit more and did a few minor changes to our ‘system’ and then started up a’workin’ a few days ago. A little different system. A few efficiency moves…….
“God! At this rate, we will still take ten or twelve days to get it all in.”
“Well, we are doin’ good. The first day is always slow. We can pick it up to a full row a day, I am sure.”
That’s my point. We need twelve rows!”
“Right! Quit yer lollygaggin’, then. Let’s get on this!”
Today we put in the 11th row. We only have one more to do. We’ll finish it tomorrow. We did good. And so we are good. The wood shed is full.
“Dave, one row doesn’t seem like a lot?”
It’s not. One piece of split-wood, the row is 12 feet long and eight feet high. That is the sad part. One row is half a cord maybe a quarter…something like that. If we worked hard, we could do one cord a day. Maybe two. But we don’t work hard. We work hard for two hours. Maybe three. Then we have tea. That’s the day. That’s the hard part of the day, anyway. There is a great deal more to our day but the hard part is now quite limited.
It used to be four hours of hard work but, if we have a choice, it is now two. We don’t always have a choice so four and even 6 hour days are not uncommon but they are usually not the ‘lifting logs’ and wheel-barrowing wood kind of days. As a rule. Typically, we can do a four or six hour day and be tired out but, to be honest, nothing all that heavy or difficult is undertaken. It is usually just the time spent. Like making dinner, writing the blog/book, fielding calls, sharpening stuff, working on the motorbike….nothing that breaks a sweat.
Side note: motorbike improvement. Clutch NOW works.
But, when we lift logs, haul rocks, carry heavy steel crap back and forth or do carpentry or something, our work output is somewhat diminished. The good part? Well, we are better at doing that sort of thing nowadays. So, despite NOT doing too much of it, we actually still get stuff done.
As soon as this is done, we have to build a large BOAT crib out of old creosoted logs we salvaged. My boat is leaking. But the old crib collapsed. Time for a new one. Quickly.
I’m gonna hafta get Sal on it.