Skies to the west and south were mesmerizing early Tuesday morning. Strong winds Monday afternoon and overnight ushered-in cloud patterns I don’t often see.
Even the usually squirrel-obsessed Miss Smudge appeared to be taken by the display overhead.
I’m happy to report that I woke up yesterday feeling normal, as in good. It helped that the cabin climate was damned near perfect — somehow I’d gotten the heating scheme just right overnight. Not that it was challenged or anything (51°F, but there was that wind).
T-shirt indoors, shirt-jac outdoors.
Working in the wood yard isn’t quite the same as being out in the woods, of course, but it’s not as different as you might think. After all, I live in the woods.
The yard once was nothing but trees and briars. Cleared now, it’s still part of the same landscape, under the same sky, surrounded by the same beauty.
As for making daily progress on Tuesday, I throttled my ambition and picked an easy to-do. Half a dozen smallish rounds needed splitting — pretty much junk wood, impossibly knotty, the sort of thing most folks would chuck.
It all burns.
I was on my ax-swinging game, but I succeeded in splitting (completely) only four of six. One was a half-win, the other a total bust. That didn’t upset me a bit — it felt good to get my heart pumping and achieve something.
Because pallet #5 is at the opposite end of the wood yard from my new chopping block, I wheeled the splits over there (rather than carrying them).
I seem to be getting smarter about this stuff.
A small amount of effort resulted in a nice contribution to the stack. And though it’s great to see these pallets gradually fill, I’m not the least bit impatient about it. It’s a matter of pace.
Leaving urgency out of the equation is important. It’d be different, I’m sure, if I employed wood heat where winters are harsher — I have, and it is — or if I didn’t live on 20 wooded acres from which I can harvest fuel. Hell, it’s only the first week of January and I’m already over two-thirds of the way to having what I’ll need for next heating season.
I still have work to do, but I don’t have to push.
Since the subject of this post is the 6th of January, I’d be remiss if I didn’t acknowledge the most significant event to happen on that date in my lifetime, perhaps in the history of this country.
The truth is that January 6th, 2021 was only the beginning. What followed — the unprecedented, unwarranted, unrelenting and unjust persecution of innocent Americans by anti-Liberty Democrats and other progressives — is one of the darkest chapters in America’s 250 years.
I’ll never forget what they did to us. And just as I don’t forgive those responsible for the theft of individual Liberty under guise of “public health” during the “pandemic,” so I will never, ever forgive these American traitors for their campaign of retribution in the wake of January 6th.
They’re still around. You know who they are. They hate us and they hate America. Sooner or later they’ll return to power. When that time comes, believe me, all bets are off.
Between now and then, People, put your affairs in order.
The Ozarkansas sky was a kaleidoscope after sunset Tuesday.
Take care of yourselves, Patriots. Stay calm. Stay sharp. Stay free.
#WiseUp #LibertyOrDeath #Ungovernable