Without his permission, but hoping for forgiveness, I post this note from Superman. He left this comment on the previous post, and it's just too good to hide in a comment.
One positive piece of fallout from the storm (for us anyway) was that there was some tree damage in the area. Twitch and I collected a truckload of LARGE oak logs from just down the street. More firewood for free! Yay us!
Interesting tidbit about the collection of said wood. The pieces were very large. Between 4 and 7 feet long and averaging around a foot in diameter, and weighing between 150 and 400 pounds. A clue: there was ONE piece there that could be handled by a single worker. Twitch is almost as big as I am (he's about 6'2" and 230 pounds) and it was a chore for the two of us to get the logs loaded. He wanted to use a chainsaw to cut them up, but I said nahhhhh. Let's just load 'em as-is. It'll be a good workout. He said he didn't need a workout. I pointed at his generous gut and disagreed. He said I needed the workout more than he did. We agreed to disagree on that, but he then stated that he didn't think I had the stamina to finish the job.
What? What did he just say to me? Oh, it is so ON!I told him it wouldn't be a problem. He said he had five bucks that said it would.
Heh. He owes me five bucks now. I haven't brought it back up, but I think I will the next time he complains about a chore.
Footnote to the loading operation. I turned 49 last week. The ol' stamina ain't there like it used to be. I took a hot shower, and a Celebrex, and a Tylenol, and I'm going to bed. I hope I can lift my arms in the morning.
But don't tell Twitch. };-D
