I had pictures. Blogger won't post them. I am annoyed. I had such clever titles in mind. It wouldn't be the same without the pictures. I am really annoyed.
The fall colors are gorgeous an I spent the entire day outside yesterday. I stacked firewood. I rolled stumps and stacked and mowed and then I was hit with an attack of OCD and restacked the lumber pile. I carefully seperated the 2X4's from the other odd pieces of lumber and then began stacking according to length, until I realized that there were only one or two that matched. I did manage to make a much more compact stack and all the ends were even before I folded the tarp in half and secured it over my neat stack.
He who splits wood was not nearly as impressed as I thought he should be. I worked up quite a sweat restacking those boards, some of them were 16 feet long. You may be wondering why we have a stack of lumber, covered by a tarp. It was left over from some structure put together by one of the companies involved with the laying of the pipeline. I am married to Fred Sanford, that's why.
I was very agreeable to having the lumber, thinking that it could be used to construct something. I have built many a structure in my head, but, there it sits under the tarp. Not all of it. Pieces have been used for various projects. This involved grabbing a piece and shaking the pieces on top off the wanted piece, thus making the stack scattered in disarray under a giant tarp. The wood is stacked atop gravel, but weeds have popped up along the sides.
Now, we all know that I am not opposed to the pulling of weeds. This is my preferred method of eliminating the weeds. The weed eater just encourages growth by cutting it off at ground level. And that brings me to the term "weed eater". Why would you call it that? It does not consume the weeds, it simply cuts them off at ground level and encourages new growth. When weeding, you sometimes have to get a good grip on the base of the weed before pulling if you want the root to come away with the weed and eliminate more growth.
Some of these offending weeds had their origin under the tarp and I do not stick my hands under dark damp places ........ I don't like spiders and snakes (and that ain't what it takes to love me ......). Remember that song? The mind wanders. But, back to the wood pile. There is now a smaller, neater stack under half the tarp and no weeds curving from beneath. So, you can see how I would think that I deserve more praise than, "Looks good." My Fred Sanford is a man of few words.