December 3, 2004
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Maybe… just maybe….
I might be getting a load of firewood on Sunday: two cords. If
so, it will be two full measured cords. I’ve dealt with the man
before and know he does honest measures. I had been getting
desperate. We have run so low now that last night Doug said we
have “maybe another day’s worth, but not a week’s.”I had called every source I could find, and even started putting the
word out on the neighborhood grapevine that I had a chainsaw and would
hire someone with a truck to use my chainsaw to cut and haul wood for
me. Then I went back and called again all the people I’d called
before who hadn’t gotten back to me. The one on the bottom of the
list, not just the last one I tried but the last one there was to try,
said he would go out, shovel some snow, look at his woodpile, and maybe
have two cords up here for me on Sunday. I’m to call him tomorrow
morning to find out for sure.His price is higher than most. He lives near Wasilla, and gets
$150.00 a cord in town. He’ll charge me an extra $20.00 a cord
for delivering this far up the valley — fifty extra miles. He’s
cutting them to my short length at no extra charge, the
sweetheart. Even at his price, this is a better deal than I was
getting from “old bushrat” dishonest NPD George, who charged me $120.00
a cord and delivered six-tenths of a cord for that price.If, after he looks at his woodpile and has a night to reconsider the
short lengths and long drive, the nice man says he can’t do it, there
are still two people who haven’t called me back, and there is always
that neighborhood grapevine. Maybe one of my neighbors needs some
extra money for Christmas and won’t mind doing some strenuous
distasteful work for it. It’s way too soon to give up hope now.Greyfox drove up the valley this morning, bringing fresh bread and
bananas, and the new turntable tray for my microwave, which he’d picked up
at the post office. Then he picked up some of my laundry, enough
to fill up the space in a load of whites and one of colors that he’d
brought along. He spent long enough here at our computer to do
the final proofing and post a new rant. Yesterday, I
ranted. Today was the Old Fart’s turn.
Comments (8)
It’ll work out. Hopefully, in a way that provides the rest of us with an amusing, comical blog to read.
I hope the man decides to bring you the wood.
Thanks for the plug.
Woo hoo–I’m getting the new James Patterson.
It’s critical, the circumstances being that you’ll freeze if you don’t get the wood. I not only hope you get it but I am praying that you will.
have your camera ready.
we want to see you surrounded by wood.
heh.
(take it whichever way you want)
and
not self-promoting here BUT…i’ve got pics of a very handsome cat (as in feline) (not sinatra) posted today. you, being a cat magnet, might like them.
thanks for the note today. and trusting? yes. also a good place to store photos…when i remember who i am. benevolence at it’s best.
nothing wrong with a good rant, it clears the mind,body and soul of its negative energies and besides everyone deserves to get it out once in awhile
Love and sunshine
Kaziophia
Keep warm
Wow, that is a scary thought as I imagine it is something you cannot get by without. I hope he comes through.