The log delivery happened yesterday. I didn't even hear the truck pull up, next thing I see is a pallet of logs outside the house as flecks of feeble snow starts to gather and fall. A deep breath is taken as I consider my options. There are none other than just getting on with it. The task of putting the logs away is an old school workout; bend, pickup, carry, put away. Don't forget the gloves either. I've done a lot of physical labour in my life, I know I can do this.
I'll be sore for a short while afterwards but no doubt some other new pain will emerge thereafter and overtake whatever damage the logs did to me, but will I be able to do this when I'm pushing 80? Hmm. I pick up about ten logs in a trug and carry them to either of the log shelters and plonk them inside, and repeat. It takes me about an hour to get them all stacked and out of the weather. In the end I feel like Superman ... after a mild dose of green kryptonite.
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