Chopping Wood

After the Christmas gifts were opened, we went off in somewhat separate directions.  I headed to the kitchen, Kyle curled up on the couch with his computer, my dad listened to the Christmas music -- and Camille went outside with Brett to chop wood.

They hauled the log splitter into the pasture with their gloves and protective eye-wear (sunglasses). Brett gave Camille some basic instructions and they went to work.

After a while, Brett put Camille in charge.  She was in her element.

They split a lot of wood.

Brett is still recovering.

Brett is Busy

Today was my Wednesday telecommuting day.  While I worked on the computer, Brett was busy in the garage.  We were expecting a truck load of wood in the mid morning and he wanted to get the garage ready.  He cleaned out the wood rack, stacking all the remaining pieces of wood in the house wood box. 

As I was reading and responding to my email, I heard the shop vac going in the garage.  Odd, I thought.  Wouldn't it make more sense to vacuum after we stack the wood?  I opened the door to investigate...

Brett was in a spring cleaning kind of mood.  He vacuumed all his shelves and made a pile of unused/we will never need stuff to take to Goodwill.  ...an old VCR, a duplicate ice cream maker, the components of my stereo system pre-iPod... 

The wood arrived and we got to work stacking it, nice and neat.  We have a system:  I stack the wood in our big green garden cart and wheel it over to him.  While he neatly and precisely stacks the garden cart pieces, I scout for kindling size pieces and put them in the little area to the left of the "official" stack.  I'm not allowed to touch the official stack.  Brett has a method...

Meanwhile, Kersey drags as many pieces as she can into the dog yard.