|Firewood - cut, split, dried...and delivered.|
There was a time, not so long ago, that all of our wood came from our own woodlot. The most high tech tool used in the harvesting of said wood was...a chainsaw. That's it. No tractor. Not even a horse. Just me, the chainsaw, and a wheelbarrow. Oh, and then there was the splitting...with an ax and a maul. No gas powered wood splitter.
On the firewood front, we didn't wimp out...we ran out. Or close to it. Our woodlot isn't all that big, and needs time to recover. We still cut up the storm damaged trees, but we don't want our place anywhere near clear cut. We want to live in the woods, and for that, we need, well, woods.
|And finally...the new washer... and dryer.|
But as I was saying, luxury is a relative term. I know people that complain when they have to stack firewood that was delivered to them, and people that moan about having to do a load of laundry. If you've done it the hard way, you won't ever complain about those things again. I stacked firewood with a smile on my face and a (very off key) song on my lips. I do laundry now with a little dance and a maniacal laugh.
Maybe I'll be a better listener to my friends now. Before, when they would complain to me, I'd just stare at them unblinkingly, until they remembered that I was hauling wood in a wheelbarrow (uphill) and doing laundry in a frickin' bucket. At this point, they'd stare sheepishly at the floor and change the subject.
Maybe now I'll be a nicer person. Or maybe not. Bwhahahahaha!