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| Our first snow of the season! Hopefully a portend of things to come. |
We woke to a light dusting of snow on Wednesday morning. (It was too dark to see when I posted.) Looked like we would get some more, but the clouds cleared and it warmed up to just above freezing. When JB got up and opened the blinds on the front door, there were three deer outside the house in the driveway. Had to let the dogs out and they all went bounding into the woods. Spent the morning doing chores inside - me inside the house, JB inside his shop. I did some re-organizing of our kitchen in order to make it more efficient. As I have said before, in a house this small you have to make use of every inch of available space, and I seem to be constantly re-organizing to try to do just that. After lunch we made two trips down the road to fill the trailer with wood. Jesse had somehow hurt his front right paw, so we left the dogs in the house.
Our first load was of long logs, very small in diameter, but very dry fir. JB just cut them short enough to get in the trailer. Thought we would get the same on our second trip but JB spotted a large, long fir log on the down side of the mountain and he pulled it up. It was about 10" in diameter, 20 ft long and in great shape. JB cut the rounds to size and it was enough to fill the trailer by itself.
Yesterday we drove down for a load before lunch. Jesse seemed just fine, so the dogs came with us. They love these outings. At the same spot we had been Wednesday, we pulled up some more small fir logs. JB cut the bigger ones to stove size and the rest to just fit in the trailer. We had planned to get another load after lunch, but we ended up with such a big pile of rounds at the splitter that we decided to get it split and stacked instead. We split six wheel barrow loads and that finished the outside row on the north side of the porch (9' long). Just the inside row and then two short rows on the east side to go.
I was talking to Elsie Monday evening and it came up that I was really concerned we were so far behind on getting our firewood. She asked how much we still needed and I said at least a cord. Then she asked how much we had left over this Spring from last winter. I told her about a cord. . . And that's what friends are for! She had finally been able to get her grandson up to Rose Camp to see the tipi. She takes care of him every other Monday, but he had been sick or the weather had been bad the past few months she has tried to get him Up Here. He's such a cutie, and was fascinated by the tipi and our house.
Yesterday we drove down for a load before lunch. Jesse seemed just fine, so the dogs came with us. They love these outings. At the same spot we had been Wednesday, we pulled up some more small fir logs. JB cut the bigger ones to stove size and the rest to just fit in the trailer. We had planned to get another load after lunch, but we ended up with such a big pile of rounds at the splitter that we decided to get it split and stacked instead. We split six wheel barrow loads and that finished the outside row on the north side of the porch (9' long). Just the inside row and then two short rows on the east side to go.
I was talking to Elsie Monday evening and it came up that I was really concerned we were so far behind on getting our firewood. She asked how much we still needed and I said at least a cord. Then she asked how much we had left over this Spring from last winter. I told her about a cord. . . And that's what friends are for! She had finally been able to get her grandson up to Rose Camp to see the tipi. She takes care of him every other Monday, but he had been sick or the weather had been bad the past few months she has tried to get him Up Here. He's such a cutie, and was fascinated by the tipi and our house.
The moon was full last night and riding low, so it came over the tree tops and shone in the east window by the dining table just in time for dinner. Absolutely stunning! And this morning it is shining in the loft window.
According to the Farmer's Almanac, Tuesday, 11/8, black bears go to their dens for the winter. I hope they're reading the Almanac too.
Goodbye, Andy. We will remember and miss you.
Thought for the day: One of my favorite articles attributed to Andy Rooney:
As I grow in age, I value women over 50 most of all. Here are just a few reasons why:
A woman over 50 will never wake you in the middle of the night and ask, "What are you thinking?" She doesn't care what you think.
If a woman over 50 doesn't want to watch the game, she doesn't sit around whining about it. She goes and does something she wants to do and it's usually more interesting.
Women over 50 are dignified. They seldom have a screaming match with you at the opera or in the middle of an expensive restaurant.
Of course, if you deserve it, they won't hesitate to shoot you, if they think they can get away with it.
Older women are generous with praise, often undeserved. They know what it's like to be unappreciated.
Once you get past a wrinkle or two, a woman over 50 is far sexier than her younger counterpart.
Yes, we praise women over 50 for a multitude of reasons. Unfortunately, it's not reciprocal. For every stunning, smart, hot woman over 50, there is a bald, paunchy relic in yellow pants making a fool of himself with some 22-year old waitress. Ladies, I apologize.
For all those men who say, "Why buy the cow when you can get the milk for free?" Here's an update for you. Nowadays 80% of women are against marriage. Why? Because women realize it's not worth buying an entire pig just to get a little sausage!
As I grow in age, I value women over 50 most of all. Here are just a few reasons why:
A woman over 50 will never wake you in the middle of the night and ask, "What are you thinking?" She doesn't care what you think.
If a woman over 50 doesn't want to watch the game, she doesn't sit around whining about it. She goes and does something she wants to do and it's usually more interesting.
Women over 50 are dignified. They seldom have a screaming match with you at the opera or in the middle of an expensive restaurant.
Of course, if you deserve it, they won't hesitate to shoot you, if they think they can get away with it.
Older women are generous with praise, often undeserved. They know what it's like to be unappreciated.
Once you get past a wrinkle or two, a woman over 50 is far sexier than her younger counterpart.
Yes, we praise women over 50 for a multitude of reasons. Unfortunately, it's not reciprocal. For every stunning, smart, hot woman over 50, there is a bald, paunchy relic in yellow pants making a fool of himself with some 22-year old waitress. Ladies, I apologize.
For all those men who say, "Why buy the cow when you can get the milk for free?" Here's an update for you. Nowadays 80% of women are against marriage. Why? Because women realize it's not worth buying an entire pig just to get a little sausage!
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| JB pulling up big log |
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