I have found the heaviest thing in the world.
Whatever, it’s outa there now. And so is this damned thing…
Funnily enough I thought that pole was going to be the hardest thing, being not only heavy but also too big around to properly grip. But it’s short enough that I could end-over-end it to where I wanted it to be.
Once the trailer was loaded I could have a look at that old fuel tank rack. Landlady has wanted it gone for a long time. This one is bolted together rather than welded like the other one and I brought WD-40 and big wrenches in hope I could unbolt it rather than cut it up – but I was unable to unscrew a single big square nut from a single rusty, painted-over bolt. Couldn’t even budge most of them. So I need to look at a plan B. Wonder if I could winch it into the trailer intact?
You want to see something pretty?
Probably looks like an eyesore to you, but to me it’s beautiful wealth. There’s easily enough wood there to stuff my shed full three, maybe four times. My winter wood consumption varies from year to year but I’ve never yet used enough to empty the new woodshed in one season.
Sounds silly, I know – unless you’ve sat in your overcoat waiting for your heater to flame out on the last few molecules of propane or kerosene, not knowing where the next hour of heat will come from. Call me paranoid but I’ve learned in the worst possible way that some forms of paranoia are good. You can never have too much stored food (not just beans and rice) or heating fuel or wall insulation or ammunition.