“In skating over thin ice our safety is in our speed.”
Ralph Waldo Emerson
Almost at the end of another year.
Wood split for the night, plus temperatures outside, that’s ugly in the middle of winter, snow melts, turns to ice.
When you have problems with dizziness and balance, walking becomes difficult, climbing on the log pile with a live chainsaw becomes a death wish. No choice I just split my last two blocks, need to make more. Driving, or even getting the van out of the garage almost impossible.
Oh well, play with the cards’ life deals us. Do what needs doing. The only useful advice my absentee departed father gave me was “Just survive.” He died a few days after telling me that. That’s irony.
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