So here is your Funtry Friday - fun in the country for this week ~ tada ~
Okay, I needed some wood. For the wood stove - you know, that gizmo that keeps me warm and not as broke as the gas heat?! So, I placed an order for wood.
If you have gotten wood before, you know that this is standard procedure. Big truck arrives, tips up the back, and dumps your wood. You pay, and he drives away saying that he will gladly shut the gate on the way out.
For a moment, you pause, and tell yourself that this pile of wood is NOT that big and it won't take too long to stack all of this.
You know that is a big fat lie, but you keep repeating it to yourself. Of course, you are repeating this lie to yourself while you are stacking wood. However, as the stack grows, so does the pile... This is the truth that you know in your heart, er... back...
Side Note: The pile only grows while stacking. Once stacked, wood resumes normal proportions. You never end up with more wood than you ordered - it just feels like that while you are stacking it...
Yeah. The lie is not working anymore. This is a *blinking* lot of wood and now the pile has not only grown, it has moved farther away.
This is the point at which kindling is made. Not with a hatchet, but with gravity. Yeah. I am too lazy to walk ten feet - I am now chucking the wood at the stack. Some of it does turn into very nice kindling in the process =p
Oh! Oh! If I see that the end is in sight, can I quit??? You know - just leave it there? Please???
Oh, bother. The other lie is that a cord and a half of wood will fit on three pallets. Well, it will, if I don't get sloppy. Yeah, that's some kind of sloppy stacking there... Um... yeah, just drag another pallet over and place it closer to the last of the pile (a stroke of genius on my part, if I do say so!) and I do not care if it is not pretty =p
In fact, at this point the only thing I am thinking about is what I said last time I ordered wood. "One cord is enough. One cord is enough. One cord is enough."
I'm sorry for laughing at your sore muscles, Cynthia. I ***publically***and humbly appologize!
*ouch* Going to go take a hot shower now. I may drown, but it will be worth it...