{"id":24953,"date":"2023-03-04T10:32:17","date_gmt":"2023-03-04T17:32:17","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/rodbinder.com\/journal\/?p=24953"},"modified":"2023-03-04T11:42:41","modified_gmt":"2023-03-04T18:42:41","slug":"mar-4-3","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/rodbinder.com\/journal\/2023\/03\/04\/mar-4-3\/","title":{"rendered":"Mar 4 Snow Boards"},"content":{"rendered":"

There’s something so empowering about knowing I can pick up an axe and split a piece of wood.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Rain Dove<\/strong><\/p>\n

10:17 AM thats when the crackle started.<\/p>\n

First came gathering wood till I couldn’t feel my fingers, digging, chopping, and hitting with an old splitting maul to find wood buried deep in snow.
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Then sawing what I brought in, no kindling today. Straight to fire. Kettle is on, with snow.<\/p>\n

Cats bowls are filled and on the woodstove. I was huffing and puffing.<\/p>\n

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It was going to be awhile before I had hotwater for coffee or water for the cats. That gave me time to ramble on in here.<\/p>\n

There was another terrible event going on, an earworm, a song that plays over and over in your head.<\/p>\n

Thinking of words for here distracted my mind enough to drown out most of the music.<\/p>\n

I needed to take one more trip outside to gather more wood. It was getting very scarce out there.<\/p>\n

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I made that third trip out and dug some more. Found a hidden stash of siding and paneling boards.<\/p>\n

With that and what I found earlier, I would have enough for tonight and the morning.<\/p>\n

Just poured that first coffee, and had my oatmeal with fresh squeezed\u00a0 lemon and orange juice.<\/p>\n

After finishing my coffee it would be time for the gen.<\/p>\n

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Now it’s your earworm.<\/p>\n