Suppose you did some work — not a big job, just a routine thing — and a week later you learned that there was a 50-50 chance that it’d be ruined, at least temporarily. You also knew that you could take steps to protect what you’d done.
Would you? I mean, it’s just as likely that everything would turn out fine, even if you did nothing.
The 40% chance of showers in this afternoon’s forecast put the odds in my favor that the cordwood I’d stacked in our outdoor rack — which has a roof but no sides — wouldn’t get wet today. Ditto the buckets of kindling I split yesterday.
Sooner or later, though, I’d have to protect it somehow. May as well do it now.
I already knew how I’d accomplish that — a Harbor Freight five-by-seven (camo) tarp was just the ticket, secured at the bottom corners by bungee cords. One trash bag and two bungees took care of both kindling buckets.
Nature can bring all the rain and snow it wants now. We’re (literally) covered.
Knowing that Deb and I would be celebrating our first Thanksgiving in the cabin tomorrow, a fire in the woodstove was a given. It made sense to light it today, both for a Thanksgiving Eve burn and for the practice.
Rather than disturb the wood on the just-covered rack, this afternoon I drew from stacks in the wood yard. I split more kindling, too, just because.
I brought the wood up to the cabin using a log carrier, opened the stove and built my lay. One flick of a lighter to a wad of crumpled newsprint was all it took to get it going.
Every woodstove is different. Though my experience with this one is short, I think I’m gettin’ the hang of it.
When I emerged from the cabin around 3pm, a gentle, soaking rain was falling.
Take care of yourselves, Patriots. Stay calm. Stay sharp. Stay free.
#WiseUp #LibertyOrDeath #Ungovernable
#LetsGoBrandon #FJB