Millions long for immortality who don’t know what to do with themselves on a rainy Sunday afternoon.
Susan Ertz
Sunday Just after 9 AM
I wandered out far as I dared to take the pictures this morning, wearing sandals and a T-shirt. Yes of course I had track pants on sheesh. It was cold felt like -20.
Today I would run out of split and cut firewood, the chain on the chainsaw was dull. I needed to sharpen that before I went out. The weather forecast says we are in for a week-long warm spell that it may get as high plus 8. I will believe it when I see it.
I need that morning coffee, water is in the kettle on the woodstove waiting for a boil, or at least a steam.
Only after the morning cup I can decide my day. Like the song below says no matter what I will be groovin today , or more accurately cutting grooves in logs and splitting. That’s life in the country.
Asking myself questions I wonder how a crippled man in extreme pain does this? The answer came back clear.
“How is not important but why is.” More words of Rod.
I don’t cut wood I freeze and the cats freeze we all die, so the why is survival. Needs doing.
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