Splitting woodWhat would I do if a horrible disease let me go? Most people I imagine would want to travel to Europe or take a cruise, perhaps take on a "challenge" like visit every state or...
Well, when this thing took my strength away, all I wanted to do was be able to split wood again. Yep, I'm a bit strange. See, I was never tall or beautiful or rich or particularly intelligent. But I had health, boundless energy and the strength of three Marias. Always.
|Sometimes you find a gem among all that wood|
|Hydraulic wood splitter, very boring|
Splitting wood particularly is incredibly satisfying. To those of you who have NOT read Tom Sawyer and Huck Finn adventures, I invite up to the cabin to try it out and see how much fun and how satisfying it is (heh heh). But no! I really like splitting wood. These past two years I resigned myself to buying a hydraulic wood splitter and clenched my jaw as I placed a log on it and worked the arms back and forth of the thing. Very boring.
Compare that, if you will, to carefully placing a well dried 15" log on end and atop another very flat and strong log cutout. Once balanced on its end, I pick up the "real" wood splitter, all 9 lbs of it, take aim, step back, swing the thing above my head and let it come down right down the middle of the log with a big THWACK! If all goes well, the log splits cleanly sending both halves flying.
Repeat, pick up the wood, fill the wood wagon, aaaahhh...
I don't know why I like it so much, but I'm playing mountain cabin again these days and enjoying my old strength. The cruise and trip to Europe can wait.
|Now we're talking|
|2016 I found out how good I am at splitting wood|
No news, snake sleepsJust saw the P.A. today and we talked about hiking and little else. All is well, blood work looks great for someone on cell-killing meds, no symptoms of the snake, no pain, no weakness, no lumps not even a tiny ache afflicts my bones these days. I feel good. The oncologist says I'm stable, nobody says "remission" anymore and I know the snake is still in there, maybe waiting for weakness of body and mind. Tumor markers in my blood steadily declining. Not a chance I will give this beast to attack me again and take away my strength, not ever.
|It's fall! Oh the colors...|