So I put a pair of jeans over my safety orange leather speedo and split and stacked, from noon to until 8:30.
Man did I get beat up.
I had a split fall off the pile and whack me on the shin leaving a nice welt.
then I got smacked in the mouth with the handle from the hand truck trying to pick up a big round to move to the splitter.
then I split a round open that had a bees nest and got stung 5 times
then being really pissed and after killing all the bees, being a little delirious, I had the same piece snap off the splitter smashing into my lower thigh.
The welt on the shin is gone the bee stings are gone but the thigh is still very tender and painful,
Oh did I mention it was over 90* and humid!
WA, WA, WA, call me a WAMBULANCE!!
But I am close to being 3 years ahead.
Oh that brings up a question similar to the definition of a cord.
Does being 3 years ahead mean you have enough wood for this upcoming winter and then 3 more years or does it mean you have enough for 3 winters?
Holy catfish Mike! That is what I call a bad day and a half! Hope you heal quickly.
I have enough wood on hand to run through the winter of 2019-2020. Therefore I can say I have 8 years worth of wood on hand. We have to count this coming winter because the heating season has not started. Your question is easily answered when folks state they have wood to run through years xxxx.
No ambulance called though. But for some odd reason, it made me think of this:
‘Twas a dangerous cliff and it fair scared folks stiff,
But the view from the top was so pleasant,
That they swallowed their fear and there crashed down each year
Full many a squire and peasant.
“Something’s got to be done,” said the people as one
But the answers did not at all tally;
Some said, “Put a fence round the edge of the cliff.”
Others said, “An ambulance down in the valley.”
Debate raged and stormed and a study was formed,
And they might have been arguing yet;
But a solution was found; “Let’s pass the hat around,
And see how much money we get.”
A collection was made to accumulate aid,
And dwellers in byway and alley,
Gave dollars and cents; not to furnish a fence
But an ambulance down in the valley.
“For the cliff is all right if you’re careful,” they said;
“And if folks ever slip and are dropping,
It isn’t the slipping that hurts them so much
As the shock down below, when they’re stopping.”
So for years (you’ll have heard) as these mishaps occurred,
Quick forth would the rescuers sally,
To pick up the victims who fell from the cliff,
With the ambulance down in the valley.
Then an old sage remarked: “It’s a marvel to me,
That people give far more attention.
To repairing results than to stopping the cause,
When they’d much better aim at prevention.
Let’s stop at its source all this mischief,” cried he.
“Come neighbors and friends, let us rally.
If the cliff we will fence we might almost dispense
With the ambulance down in the valley.”
“He’s wrong in his head,” the majority said;
“He would end all our earnest endeavor.
He’s a man who would shirk this responsible work
But we will support it forever and ever.
Aren’t we picking up all, just as fast as they fall?
In giving them care we don’t dally.
It’s plain that a fence is of no consequence,
If the ambulance works in the valley.”
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