Morning Wood

Gotcha.

Early yesterday, I was literally stacking wood.

My father’s voice ringing in my ears, “work smart not hard dummy”.

Not once in the history of Ever did my dad ever call me dummy, my psyche added this.

Before I realized how much thought he put into everything before he started doing it, I thought he knew everything, he does. He set the bar for logic, and as I wandered out into the world, I saw how high above most it truly is.

He did say “If it starts to fall, don’t try to stop it, you can’t.” it is easier to restack wood than reattach toes.  I extrapolated, ‘try to figure out why it fell and don’t do THAT again’. Huh, good life lesson. Shit falls apart, retreat to safe distance, let it fly, put it back together, better this time. Learn but don’t dwell. You have wood to stack.

Send in the metaphors.

Just like relationships, if it doesn’t stack well in the wheelbarrow, dump it and start over, it’s just gonna give you trouble and break your toes.

The bottom row is important, it’s what you are building on and what is going to keep you warm during that snowstorm in April. Choose wisely and put some effort into it. You need the right combination of stability and space. Let it breathe.

Focus Grasshopper.

1.       1. If you put a log on the stack and it rolls, it’s just going home, let it.

2.       2. The wood will stack itself if you just zone out and let it. Stop overthinking, keep moving.

3.      3.  You will find odd pieces, this is the nature of trees, its alright.*

Often you will find a compatible odd chunk that when added to the first is just the perfect thing.

*Unless the weird one seems to need a third to keep it in place, then burn the fucker, now.

So I am looking down at a bush cord of wood, briefly contemplating, but I jump right in. Shortly after I realize need a crib stack on either side, forgot to pull good wood for that, and I should have a support on the back half, didn’t do that either. Dummy.

I started seeing a new guy. I likes him. I said to a friend yesterday I truly thought he was just some big dumb guy I could climb around on for a month. Ya, no. I like him. He’s amazing, funny, sweet and smart.

Anyone still with me? I did the same thing with the new man, jumped in all excited, didn’t think ahead. Shoulda waited and dated instead of jumping into bed on the 3^rd date, but it was a really good date, and the base of the woodpile  is solid, I’m doing what I can with what I have where I am, just kinda after the fact, so far it’s working.

Oh, don’t forget the kindling. It’s one thing to have nice chunks of hard wood, but the little things are what start the fire.