Tonight I decided to give those woman in town a break. I stayed out of temptation's way. No cabs with intoxicated women, no restaurants with flirty waitresses. Just me, a saw, a wheelbarrow and a several brush piles of wet, rotting wood.
I figured instead of paying someone to haul it off, or renting a chipper, I might as well stack the better bits up under the garage overhang. It'll never be quality firewood, but it'll burn. You know what they say about firewood? It warms you three times. When you cut it, when you stack it, and when you burn it. I still have a pile of the worst stuff to go thru (it's a mix of wood pile and huge compost heap) but I ran out of daylight.
I also sorted out a bunch of shorter bits of lumber from the wood shed into a separate last chance pile. It may get used on a project, or it may get burned in the fireplace. But at least if it's not mixed in, I can find that short bit of 2x4 when I need it. (Not a DB 2x4, but actual lumber. LOL) I also hauled a bunch of old rusty chains and tools from the woodshed to the garage to sort through. Some of the tools are really rustic and cool looking, so they're going to go up on the garage walls as decorations.
Remember GAL activities don't have to be fun! LOL. Just kidding. One of the things I'm supposed to practice for my stress management/meditation class is being mindful of ordinary moments and activities, instead of rushing through them on auto pilot. I actually felt at peace just sorting/stacking the wood pile. It took just enough concentration to keep my mind focuses on something besides my problems, but wasn't taxing enough to create stress.
Now... tackle something indoors, or go to bed early...?
I still have a pile of the worst stuff to go thru (it's a mix of wood pile and huge compost heap) but I ran out of daylight.
