A nice vacation, and we’re glad to be home. In celebration I went out on Saturday and blocked up the first twenty feet or so of the fir that John dropped before we left. Then, in the pouring rain, I rolled the blocks down the hill and up a bit of lumber into the jeep, drove them up the driveway, dumped them out, and beat them in half one by one with a wedge and sledgehammer. Then I used a maul to split them into manageable pieces, and stacked them up to dry (thought it was still raining).

The wood was tough and wet. Trees being vascular plants, they absorb water readily, and these were so wet the water oozed out when the wedge went in. I don’t think they’ll be ready to burn by the time autumn arrives, but I’ll keep them in the back of the wood shed, just in case.

(The woodshed is another story. I started the work of expanding that on Saturday morning, but after the roof collapsed on me I never finished it. I went down to work on wood blocks instead, just before it started raining.)

Then on Sunday morning I arose at 5 am to to speak in a ward in Bonners Ferry, over an hour away. I found that I had worked so hard the day before that I was basically worthless on Sunday afternoon. I had home teaching to do, but was sick and listless. The moral of the story is not to work too hard. I‘ll be sure to ignore it next time I have a free Saturday.

Vacation/family pictures to come.