...despite Greg's help.
Forty-two inches is just slighty more than double the length of our 20" chainsaws, making it very tricky to make the cuts line up in the middle.
Snippets of life and miscellaneous musings from our family
...despite Greg's help.
Forty-two inches is just slighty more than double the length of our 20" chainsaws, making it very tricky to make the cuts line up in the middle.
Just dropped the second oak. This one was 3.5 FEET in diameter at the base and also about 75 FEET tall. Notice that I dropped it precisely between the two fence posts. ;)
This was the tree that had to come down. About 90% dead, it had been shedding widow-makers in storms for years, but dropping just it would have meant it would have gotten hung up in last week's tree.
This wood will burn much better than last week's tree as well.
...please call ahead for reservations.
In order to make up for not having a skating rink for the past two years, this year's rink is twice as big at 30' by 40'. With any luck, Google will update their satellite imagery this winter/spring and I will have left a mark visible from space on the Earth.
While I have taken the last two weeks in December as vacation, ostensibly this is a working vacation, primarily focused on processing firewood.
Earlier in the week I dropped one oak tree with a diameter of about 3" at the base and about 75" tall. That is a story all its own. Verizon owns an easement through our property on which they run a phone line. For years we have asked them to come drop a few trees that threatened their lines and their only response has been "if it takes down the line, then we'll come repair it". So I dropped the tree this week. I thought there was a small chance it would miss, but I was wrong. The top branches just brushed it and the line was yanked off one of the poles and now sits about 1" off the ground. Supposedly Verizon will come out and rehang it, but they've missed one appointment already, so we'll see how that goes.
Anyway, after Santa presents were opened this morning and a lazy morning was enjoyed by all, I spent the afternoon splitting the wood harvested so far from the aforementioned tree. Since I have my log splitter raised up on car ramps for general splitting this winter, I decided to just split the 3" sections into 8ths and then finish them on the log splitter.
Unfortunately, I missed on one swing and shattered the handle of the sledgehammer. I may be mistaken, but I do believe that my dad gave me that sledgehammer, and I have many fond memories of using it to flatten aluminum cans in my youth. No worries though; I will replace the handle and it keep on serving me. The Magners was not responsible for the miss; I waited until after all sledgehammer work was done before cracking open the first one.
We called Emma in sick today and took her, Deidre, Mitchell and Bob Macaraeg and his daughter to Okemo for a quick daytrip skiing. Despite sub-freezing temps, gale force winds and near whiteout conditions, everyone had a fantastic time and we are all looking forward to the next trip.
Tonight, Fiona and I attended the annual company holiday party. The auction was a great success; raising over $40,000 for local charities. Rich Yannacco (pictured) was, as usual, the quintessential auctioneer. We successfully bid on a week's rental of a condo in NH that sleeps 10. Many friendships were renewed and a jolly time was had by all.
Merry Christmas!
A wonderful Turkeyday was had by all. We are especially glad that Dad was up for spending several hours here. All-in-all this was a special Thanksgiving spent with the all of the local family.
No, I'm not trying to channel Alan Moore, but I've spent a fair amount of time thinking about the influence of one's parents. Today was special in that I was out replacing the roof of the horses' lean-to on my "honey-do" vacation, but today was certainly not unique.
Throughout the spring and summer I've consciously noted the pleasure and satisfaction that derives from having a reasonably organized toolshop, and the utility that having that delivers. My wife requests that I tackle a minor home repair job, and I'm able to quickly accomplish it.
Some of my favorite memories stem from working with my father in his shop. One of the centerpieces of that shop was the pegboard "wall" that he had made to hold the majority of his hand tools. Knowing from first hand knowledge that such a wall existed was always a mental barrier to me when Fiona asked me to complete some fairly trivial household tasks, simply because I didn't have access to it.
However, this year saw me taking over about half of the floorspace of the barn for my "Mantown" and one of the first things I built was my own pegboard "wall". Since then my response time on household repairs has diminished dramatically, and I'm quite a bit more content than I've been in years.
Life is good.
One of the "Honey-Do" items is to replace the corrugated roof on the horses' lean-to. Halfway through removing the rotted part of the plywood underlayment, I discovered an abandoned home. Considering that it's 20 feet up and right up against the ceiling, it's going to be very difficult to verify if the previous tenants will re-occupy the dwelling, but I'm going to assume that they will.
Emma made this t-shirt for me after I refused to wear a cantelope-colored shirt that Fiona had bought for me. Pink is fine. Cantelope is not. Am I right, or am I right guys?
Fiona is very pleased with how the new kitchen floor turned out. So am I. Be sure to take your shoes off at the door.
Yesterday was the last day of a co-worker and so a group of us took him out for drinks after work. When we finally called it a night, a quick check of the MBTA's website told me that my next train wasn't for another hour and forty minutes. Can it get any worse than being stuck in North Station for over an hour while waiting for a train?
However, I'm living in the future, right? While waiting for the Orange line at Back Bay, I pull up Amazon.com on my phone, find a new ebook for $0.00, "purchase" it, and by the time I've settled in to a rather hideously uncomfortable bench at North Station, "Bright of the Sky" by Kay Kenyon has been downloaded to my phone and I can lose myself in a surprisingly good sci-fi story about quantum computer based AIs and dimension traveling across branes.
However, I'm still ticked about the pundits in the 70's being wrong about the future. Where's my flying car so I don't have be waiting in the rain for my morning train to work?
With much demand from all members of the family, I have finally uploaded all the pictures that have been languishing on my home computer's hard drive for most of the year. Use the [Picture Gallery] link in the left-hand sidebar at http://www.windyoaks.com. Enjoy!
I was greeted by this all across the sky as I stepped off the train tonight. By the time I got the camera out to snap this pic, only half the sky was illuminated. Thirty seconds later, all color was gone from the clouds.
Our annual Halloween party yesterday went off without a hitch and all attending had a great time. Thank you to all who came and made it such a successful party. Emma's and Deidre's pumpkins are now standing watch over the back porch.
Apparently there is a New England custom with which I am completely unfamiliar. A classmate of Deidre's left a sign and bucket of candy on the doorstep, knocked on the door, and fled before it was answered. This is quaint custom that I will continue to fully support (especially if there are Snickers or Kit-Kats for me).
Fee's last Xmas gift for me arrived today. The last recipe book that she got me was titled, "A Man, A Can, A Microwave". This seems like a fairly big leap to me, but I've been wanting to really get into exercising my 2nd Amendment Rights for a long time now. If the economy picks up enough again soon, I may be able to acquire a fair hunting implement this year. This should be fun.
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