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In which we reflect on lessons learned, decades too late [Mar. 7th, 2012|03:44 pm]
My parents heat their house, at least partly, with a wood stove, and have done since the late '70s. When I was a kid, one of my chores every day was to haul a couple wheelbarrow loads of the wood my dad had cut and split from the woodyard (or the front driveway, once most of the big cottonwoods out back were gone and they started buying wood by the logging-trailer load) to the shed and stack it. I also had to haul cured wood from the shed up to the patio so it was available for use in the stove. We're talking maybe a fifty-yard haul, tops.

I freely admit that I sloughed off this duty at every opportunity, and covered up my iniquity by hauling wet wood directly from the pile to the patio, with no intervening stop in the shed. Of course, the difference between wet wood and cured wood is immediately obvious to even the dullest observer, which unfortunately for me, does not describe my parents, even on an off day.

Today, I hauled two wheelbarrow loads of maple rounds from *my* patio to the stump I'm using as a base for splitting (maybe a fifty-yard haul, tops), split the same*, and hauled it to the woodshed and stacked it to cure. (And a wheelbarrow load is a much bigger thing for me today than it was when I was twelve.)

Based on today's experience, I now believe I spent more total time getting yelled at for not hauling wood the way I was supposed to than it would have taken me to do it right in the first place. (Dad is a pretty epic yeller-at-you.)

So, yeah. Sorry about that, Mom and Dad.

* New splitting maul, this time with a fiberglass handle, and an improved sense of where to stand in relation to the wood blank, means I actually managed to get through the job this time. I still missed a few times early on, but I missed short instead of long, which means no risk of breaking the tools. 'Course I would not be I if I had a completely unmitigated success, and I have lost one of my splitting wedges down the hollow center of the stump. Anybody got a giant magnet I can borrow? :/

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