We went in with my son and bought a semi-truck load of logs to cut into firewood. It was delivered to his place last night. Thassalotta wood.
Chain saw and three perfectly capable males, ages 13, 33, and 73 to do the splitting. My hsband always says wood warms you twice: once when you split it and once when you burn it. I don't last long splitting wood anymore, but I can still help stack it. We usually cut it into lengths and stack it for storage, then split quantities throughout the winter. This should last a few winters, even burning it as a main source of heat.
My last major purchase was a smoker grill combo. Have used it about every other day and loving it. It's the old fashioned manual feed, not the automatic set and go like the treager. I'm a hands on person and yeah, like control.
Wow. Well, that's the way I did it when a 200 foot tree in my yard fell and barely missed taking out a corner of it. It luckily only dented the gutter a little. I was afraid of chain saws at the time, and started cutting it up with hand saws, but was only able to get the smaller branches that way, then I got myself a chain saw and got over that fear. It took a couple of years to process that thing down to firewood, working like an individual ant. Unfortunately, though it had lay for over a year before I finished, the wood didn't burn very well and I had to cut the logs down into what I call matchbooks and sometimes into individual matchsticks (pieces about an inch wide and very thin) so it would really burn. That was maybe six years ago, when I was lifting weights, and I would only cut or split on workout days, after a workout. And I would stop every half hour or so and load up on a small meal of carbs and protein. That got me in the best shape of my life for a couple of years. But I'm sixty now, and don't think I could do it again.
A binding machine, that makes these: Looks like a good way to bind manuscripts and writings for your own safekeeping.
How frustrating to go to all that work and still have what I assume was wood too wet to burn well. Ours is a dry, dry climate and laying outside for a year pretty much seasons most wood. Good on you for overcoming chainsaw anxiety. I've never tried. It's like hunting- there are plenty of other people who enjoy doing it so I've never had to. I'd learn if I had to, but so far, so good. Seems like my son borrowed a woodsplitter from a friend or rented one to do a pile of wood a couple of years ago. He may do that again, but he wants his son to do some good hard manual labor for experience and exercise before bringing in the machinery.
My friend's parents had a woodburing furnace and had truckloads of firewood deliverd in huge piles. They had a hydraulic splitter that made real fast and easy work of it all. But he told me some wood burns real well and some doesn't, and also that wood seems to dry for a year or so and then starts absorbing moisture. Plus living right on the edge of the woods I find lots of wood that burns really well, but that darn tree was unfortunately what he called 'sh!twood'. Ah well, it did get me in great shape and over one of my fears. And it did burn, after I put in enough work on it. I still have some log sections of it out there, but it doesn't seem to burn as well now as it did a few years ago.
This far into the pandemic I finally got COVID. Does that count? I'm laying in bed reading between periods of sleep, so at least I'm catching up on my TBR pile!
I hope it goes easy for you. I got it for the first time (I'm pretty sure) back in August, and I was completely out of commission for three days. Barely had enough energy to watch one old Monty Python episode every few hours. And I'm fully vaxxed/boosted.
My sympathy. Enforced time to read is certainly the silver lining in your dark cloud. We got it two years ago before vaccines were available. My husband spent several days in the hospital and recovered relatively quickly. I was down and out about three weeks at home, but was never as acutely ill as he was.
I spent 11 days more or less locked up whilst on vacation in August when I came down with it. Just one of the ways my trip got ruined.
I won this in a raffle drawing at work. I entered it while joking that if I won, I'd just sell it on Amazon. I actually won and now I don't want the hassle of selling. I might just give the damn thing away.
I dunno. Maybe. I once won a collection of eight quilting books years after I decided there were things I enjoyed more than quilting. Those books made several of my friends very happy, though. Have you got a friend you want to feel warm and fuzzy?
As long as they don't ask me to install the damn thing, I'd give it to my enemy if that got it out of my living room.
