Don’t pay the ransom. I escaped.

Figured I’d get an early start on a busy day. It’s Battery Day, which means maintenance visits to J’s, Ian’s, Landlady’s and mine own humble battery bank.

And I’m still making firewood, which means hauling another pile of pallets to where there’s electricity and then cutting them into bite-size chunks.
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And now I’m hot and hungry and headachy and not half done, and still need to bake bread. So. That happened.

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4 Responses to Don’t pay the ransom. I escaped.

  1. Ben says:

    With any luck, you are now cutting the first firewood for the winter after next.

  2. billf says:

    Very convenient that you have access to so many pallets.They burn well,are easy to cut up and stack,and don’t cost anything.How do you get so many in the desert?

  3. Joel says:

    Lots and lots of other peoples’ building projects. Some of these have hung around for ten years. Everybody was delighted to get rid of them.

  4. Tennessee Budd says:

    Nice headline, Uncle J. I hadn’t thought of that song in years. Now it’s in my head.

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