This morning I ventured out to Mansfield with my Dad to go get wood from his office. He has a bunch of it over there that he just bought. Since he sells stoves there, he figueres it should be pretty easy to sell it again for a profit after it has seasoned for a few months. There's just one catch: You have to sell fire wood by the chord, which is a measrerment of mass. That is, a stack about three ft. wide, three deep and five ft. tall. Now, the fire wood is currently in this huge single pile that takes up about half the parking lot. And this is where I come in ; ). My Dad, Grandpa, and mostly I have to restack the entire thing. So, it looks like that's what I'll be doing for a few weeks this summer. It shouldn't be to bad though, at least not when compared to the whole lawn contracting escapade we got involved with the summer before last!
Still rather cold here, but, I hear it's supposed to get up to the sixty's next week. I guess that's ok, but I was just getting used to the cold. The weather in March is always so bipolar though. In like a lion and out like a lamb, Eh!
See you all tomorow!
And, by the way, some of you had displayed some interest in the interview with my Grandpa about his Vietnam day's, if your iterested in that, then you should check it out again because I just did another with my Grandma about her expiriences on the home front and it provides another perspective. It's second or third post from the top at http://aewilber.blogspot.com/