Autumn isn’t officially here till tomorrow but we do seem to be ramping up for autumn chores here at the Secret Lair.
Both propane stations are locked and loaded, and…
…as of Saturday all the spares are full. This is a state of affairs that only exists during winter, because keeping bottles full is an expensive hassle that only makes sense then.
And for my next trick I think I’m going to take the Honda generator out of mothballs and get ready for woodcutting. I’m going to need a lot this year because I barely cut any the last time and the very mild winter let me get away with it but still depleted the woodshed. This isn’t Minnesota: You never know what winters here are going to do but even at their worst they tend to be episodic. So actually running out of wood wouldn’t be the disaster it might be elsewhere because most times there would be mild enough weather to cut more without real hardship. Nevertheless this is the place Murphy lives and he can be a malicious little bastard. So no excuses on woodcutting this season, I want four full tiers by November.
Murphy indeed lives. Just when I think the little prick is leaving alone something will falt out gob smack me right between the eyes
Better to have and not need, than to need and not have.
Especially at our age, sickness or even a minor accident could easily forbid outdoor chores for months at a time. So going into winter with less than a winters-worth of wood wood already cut is tempting Murphy unnecessarily.