September 25, 2008
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Better but not Well
It’s foggy outside this morning, but I’m not as brain-fogged today as yesterday. At least I managed to make coffee on the first attempt. Yesterday’s first pot went all over the counter and stovetop because I forgot to place the carafe in the machine.
The final load of firewood, promised weeks ago, still hasn’t been delivered, and we’re still discussing whether to tarp the pile as it is or wait until we get the rest of the wood. Main factor in favor of tarping now is “what if” it snows before we get it done. Main reason for waiting is that the wood seller never waits for us to get the tarp out of the way before he starts throwing wood.
I remember when we drove a pickup truck and were fit enough to cut our own wood. Those were the good old days. But then again, we did that because we couldn’t afford to pay anyone to do it for us. Maybe these are the good old days. That, I suppose, remains to be seen.
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Horse a piece I say.
Now why when you’ve been paid good money can’t they pull off a tarp. Common courtesy seems to be in “the good old days.” I was just giving my children examples of it and will now have your wood guy as a new example of how NOT to be. If you left him a note he’d probably be indignant about it. Okay, I’m through. Be well and breathe as deeply as possible. May the stress roll off like water on a duck butt.
that pile of birchwood…oh it takes me back. …after school stacking… yep. I hope and pray you feel better soon.
I hope you get the wood soon…
I really like these photos. Particularly the first one. Of all your photo’s I’ve seen, that first one is my favourite.
Well, now you are old! Anytime we talk about “the good old days” we immediately fall into the “old people category.” But, not to worry! You are in good company.
Wow! I hope you get the wood before snow. We are hoping for some rain today. We are still wayyyyy behind for the last two years, so any moisture is welcome. Send snow…kidding!
Although this isn’t exactly a “deep philosophical post,” it hit me like one. The concept of “But then again… Maybe these are the good old days.” is particularly poetic.
Past that moody bent, I understand the brain fog better than I wish I did. I think I’ll post a bit on my own blog about that; it’s cheery enough when you’re not the one going through it, aye?
The only difference in a comedy and a tragedy is whether it’s happening to you or someone else.
Hopefully you can get the wood delivery guy to nail down a time when he can come around – - then you won’t need to be troubled by when to put the tarp up. Let’s hope the snow holds off for a while too!
Feel better soon, and have a great weekend!
@tumbling_dice - Actually, the wood seller did give us a time. He said, “tomorrow,” about three weeks ago. He’s not returning my messages, either. Maybe he has gone on vacation.
What is today, but the tomorrow we said we’d deliver birch wood on yesterday?
@wcrow - It could be today. His wife called and said, “maybe… this afternoon.”
I think I know what happened, why that last delivery was delayed. Earlier this month, a few days after he was due here with the last load, the first of the fall Alaska payouts (combining our Permanent Fund Dividends and a special “resource rebate” to help with high fuel costs) were direct deposited. He probably got a bunch of orders from people who wanted wood RIGHT NOW, and knew that I had enough to get by on for a while.