winter
3 cords of wood to stack. The wood was unfortunately dumped at the in-laws down the hill, the dump truck couldn’t get up our icy driveway. Usually the dumped wood sits for weeks. But to maintain the family relationship, besides really needing them for child care sometimes, I am working harder than ever to stack it all as quick as I can, and clean up that mess of bark and splinters that’s at the end of a wood dump so she can have a lovely lawn (yes, on her driveway) or at least not blame any of it on me… Half there, and half up at our place. My little ford focus makes a reluctant but good wood hauler. I’m careful not to stuff it and break something. My wrists are sore. My back is great.
Playing through a great book of country blues, that style is really my fall-back, my hands just get happy. One of my students brought it to me, wants to use it as a workbook. And it’s the best I’ve seen: Stefan Grossman’s Complete Book of Country Blues.
Books:
The History of Love, by Nicole Krauss
Clapton
Sailing Alone Around the World, by Joshua Slocum
Best ever “chewy chocolate chocolate chip cookies”, when you need a break from stacking wood:
http://www.theppk.com/recipes/dbrecipes/index.php?RecipeID=111
I think that I won’t tell you I’m going back to the Bahamas in a month. The tentative plan is to go to Georgetown, at the bottom of the Exumas. While stacking wood, I’m dreaming of that clear blue green water, brown toes, swimming, anchoring, sailing- getting out of these sorel boots, this stinkin’ winter coat, these thick sheepskin choppers! I linger on my photos from the past year, editing the colors to an even more vibrant hue…