Saturday, August 25, 2007

I Gotcher Wood Right Here, Baby



R Man and I, being the hearty pioneer types we are, had our firewood delivered to prepare for the coming harsh chills of San Francisco. Actually, in SF, a cozy fire feels pretty damn good just about anytime. In fact we were griping in July about having run out of combustibles and were beginning to consider chopping up the little black game table cause, you know, we don’t really use it that much.

So Mr. Cutt (which has to be the greatest name for a firewood purveyor ever, sort of like the nom de smut good pornstars come up with) rolled in with our cord and we stacked and stacked. I want it understood, I am a lady, and avoiding manual labor is a guiding principle in my life, but I turned to like a good sport and now we’re ready for the fog and gales of January. Or August, for that matter.

Here’s the proof:









before



after

3 comments:

  1. Gosh, down here in the 100 whatever degree heat right now
    it's hard to even contemplate wood...
    of any kind actually

    ahem

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  2. My deepest sympathies, truly. I know August on the Gulf Coast all too well. And they're only through the D in the list of hurricane names. Right on!

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  3. I've told you my dentist is Dr. Root, haven't I?

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