I was outside, cup of fresh coffee in hand, at 6:45 this morning, ready to get more wood stacking done. My hands were twingey, but not awful. I figured I could lift
and stack the heavy almond-wood chunks for a while, but I’d be mindful and stop before I overdid.
Well, I’m pleased to report that I didn’t need to stop until I’d stacked the entire cord of wood! I’m tuckered out now, and the bursitis in my hips is flared up from all the stooping and lifting, but I feel pretty darned good anyway. It’s supposed to be 93 degrees F today, but this morning it was in the mid-50s. I worked steadily and comfortably in the early morning
shade. By the time the sun was high enough to heat things up and take away my cool shade, I was done.
The remainder of this September Sunday is for resting and recuperating. Tomorrow morning I’ll get a start on stacking the second cord of firewood, which is piled at the end of the driveway. The nice thing is that I know I’ve just a few more mornings of lifting and stacking and I’ll be done with the firewood until this time
next year. And I’ll have the satisfaction of knowing, too, that we’re ready when the cold weather comes. Am I proud of myself? Yep.