January 16, 2003

• 10 AM Jan. 16

  
  

  

  
  

  I had just settled into checking my email and such, after Doug gave up the computer this morning just before sunrise.  He had gone out to bring in a load of firewood before retiring for the day.

  
  

  He poked his head back in to tell me there was beautiful light out there.  I glanced out a window and it was pink, lovely.  By the time I had my coat, hat, boots and gloves on, the pink was gone.

  
  

  To avoid making this another “pics that got away” blog, on my way back in I caught a few shots of Doug at the woodpile.  In this one, the maul in his hand has vanished into a blur of motion.

  
  

  

  
  

  Here, he’s crouching to pick up the wood he split, building an armload.  Greyfox might, on occasion, carry in one or two sticks of firewood.  His hernia doesn’t allow him to do more.

  
  

  I stack wood along my arm and carry as much as I can in one trip, to avoid extra trips.  Doug carries amazing piles of wood, seeming to enjoy seeing how high he can stack it.

  
  

  Doug is skilled with the axe and maul, too.  This morning we were talking about his first axe, a small cruiser-style axe I gave him for Christmas when he was seven or eight.  It was years before he could swing the heavy maul to split the big logs, but from the time he learned to swing the little axe, splitting kindling was his job.

  
  

  He does a good job with the wood, and does it a lot more willingly than he does dishes. 

  
  

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