Next winter's wood is worked up and ready to burn.. and oh, where did that big hillbilly woodpile disappear to?

April 26, 2017 - Wednesday

45 degrees/rain/calm winds

Pentoga Road

There's an inch and a half of rain showing in the gauge this morning, all of it having fallen overnight. Carl the Weatherman is predicting another half inch today, then freezing rain/snow to begin overnight and into tomorrow. Thankfully, any mention of large accumulations has been dropped.

Tuesday was all about wood, lots and lots of wood.

That small electric splitter that Sargie urged me to purchase while on sale last summer has paid for itself several times over. I had to swing the 12 lb maul only twice yesterday.

I'm not certain how many large wheel barrow loads were hauled, worked up, and put away, but well over forty trips were made to the woodpile.

As of Sunday, the pile was this big.

By 4 PM last night, this was all that was left.

I haven't worked up that much wood all at one time in several years and honestly, with the aid of a couple of Ibuprofen pills, don't feel too bad this morning. 

The area will now be raked clean, all tarps either thrown or put away, any odds and ends picked up, and preparations made to build another shed using the trees as corner posts. Hopefully, by fall, outdoor wood piles will be a thing of the past. It certainly will make bringing in wood during the winter months much easier.

Ivy and I did a bit of Facetime video conferencing earlier. She also let Andy talk for a bit. 

I'm grateful that Andy calls as much as he does. Ivy is getting to where she recognizes her Grandpa when we video conference. We have rather deep conversations that involve making strange noises combined with funny faces.

Sargie was home early last night. We ate the last of the clam chowder while watching Monday night's Dancing With the Stars on DVR. Bedtime came shortly after.

Today will definitely be a shop day. With puddles of water everywhere, it's too wet to play outside. I have a name or two to carve and I've been getting the itch to do something on the scroll saw. 

I'm also thinking that big ol' recliner in the shop will be calling my name after lunch. Chilly temperatures outside, warm inside, rain hitting the metal roof, a comfortable chair... yep, I already hear it.

After all, a man's work is never done.

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...

I found this in the pile of wood from Yooper Brother Mark's plant. I hope the aspiring artist didn't give up his day job.