As previously mentioned, we went and cut firewood Labor Day weekend. Once home, it of course had to be cut up in to pieces small enough to accommodate our wood burning stove.
Who's idea was this anyways? Oh. Mine.
It started off really fun. My husband taught me how to use a chain saw (insert Tim Taylor "ooh ooh argh" here), so we cut up the majority of the longer pieces so they could be split. That's where this goes downhill fast...
So Paul Bunyan, a.k.a. Daddy starts splitting a few pieces of wood. He gets through about a dozen of them when he stops & says "I can't do this anymore". I turn around & he's hunched over like Quasimodo. EXCELLENT. He had pinched a nerve in his back. NICE. Now what.
Enter Pauline Bunyan.
Now I've swung a splitting maul about ooooh once in my life & nearly took off my own noggin in the process, so not a big fan of the maul. Well I got into one of my superwoman moods & started chopping.
I should mention that I couldn't hit the broad side of a barn with a baseball bat, so it's probably a good thing no one was witnessing the travesty that was unfolding in our driveway. I made lots of kindling...by accident. I think I did pretty good for a beginner. My back however would be inclined to disagree, as well as my left hand for some reason.
I got about 2 wheelbarrows filled in the span of just over 2 hours. Something that would probably take the husband about 20 minutes to do. *sigh* Hey, at least I tried & actually did enjoy myself for the most part. I just wish it didn't hurt so much afterwards! LOL!
Next on my list? Buy a blue ox.
The weapon tool of choice.
Tune in for Finished for Friday next week when we rent a LOG SPLITTER!

