Folks.. I beg your indulgence.. I’m doing some fiddling with my wordpress site and associated twitter feed.. sorry if it goes a little wonky for a few days.
One of the first orders of business this morning was to bring in wood .. Its a a twice a week or so ritual where we use a garden cart to transfer about 1000 pounds of wood into the house for our heat. As Diane and I piled the wood into the cart this morning it was almost 40 degrees.. which is pretty amazing considering this week is normally one of our coldest of the year.. It’s not unusual for it to be -20 on a morning in the first week of Feb.. thats almost 60 degrees colder than now. The season has been freakishly warm and snowless.. So much so that we have used less than half the wood we normally would have used by this time …
We also took about a five mile hike.. not much snow.. but plenty of ice.. it was beautiful in a bleak november-ish kind of way.
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Our one accomplishment today .. also wood related… was steeped in nostalgia for me.. I’d built a rain shed for our pizza oven out of the relics of the 25 year old climber thing all three boys grew up on.. it blew over in a windstomrm last month.. today we went out to survey the damage and see if we could mcguyer it back together one more time.. no such luck.. the damage was just too much. As I unscrewed and sawed the pieces apart I kept thinking of all the fun we all had on that thing in its various forms.. how many underdogs, home many kickball wars, how many doggymeats (long story.. a dumb song we sang while we swung).. i sang the doggymeat song as I sawed through the last rung as we rendered the thing into pieces..
not to fear though.. the good pieces we saved.. and I’ll definitely build something else with the relics.
we always do..
nite all, nite sam
-me
Every place, everything in your house and yard brings such special memories for more than one. As Sam smiles down he will in his own way will show you how that can be repurposed. Enjoy the journey.
All my babies played on that, and I remember swinging on it and talking to you, John, about somebody who tied a loveknot into a pliable, green, whippy branch for his sweetheart and, over time, they’d go back and look at their loveknot as it grew over the years. You thought that was so neat that you went and tied a knot right that minute in the tree behind the swing set. I remember it is being a tree behind the swingset, but I do not remember you having any trees behind your swingset so I dunno. ~Love, Shaun~