Thursday, January 21, 2010
Could I Borrow a Couple of Those Knitting Sticks?
According to Albert Einstein, the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.
Sometimes I actually enjoy hard strenuous labor. I like the feeling of accomplishment. I like the feeling when I'm finished of just laying back in complete exhaustion. It makes me feel stronger and healthier. I even like the feeling of breaking out into a good sweat while I'm working....that is if I don't have to worry about going anywhere after wards without any make-up.
I heat my house with a wood burning stove. It is a great money saver, not to mention very cozy. Last year when the tree fell on our house, the men cut it into pieces the correct size but didn't split it. I'm sure they would have....$. Much of it has been laying in a pile in the backyard ever since then. I used to split wood to help make myself stronger for fire fighting. Also, as you may recall from one of my recent posts, we do a lot of work with axes and I had never swung an axe at all before becoming a fire fighter.
Well, I know that I can not/should not do that anymore because of my back.
Oh great, how did I start underlining everything. This is annoying. How can I think about what I am writing while everything is being underlined. It would be different if I was underlining a certain statement, but not the entire post. I don't even know how to underline something. I have NO idea what I did to make it start doing this. That is why I never underline. Instead, to emphasize what I am saying I always put it in CAPITAL LETTERS.
Monkey are Funny.
Underlining is annoying.
MONKEYS ARE FUNNY!!
OK, anyway. I'll try to ignore it. Hope you can. Where was I...
I'm not so incredibly dumb that I would go outside and start trying to split that wood. I know I would hurt myself.
But it was all laying out there in a pile and I knew it was going to rot it if didn't get stacked.
This underlining is driving me crazy-er. I'm going to take a break from this and call Chatty Kelly. She'll be able to fix it....
Whew, thank you Kelly. This is SO much better...(note the capitalized letters in the word SO).
MONKEYS ARE FUNNY.
So, I decided that I would just stack the logs...not split them. Just stack them. I know how to lift properly. I know how to use my legs instead of my back. I know that I need to be careful and not to lift to much at once.
It actually felt good to do some hard work.
Well, it felt good at the time, that is. Today...not so good. You would think I would have learned and that I would know better by now. Ol'Albert knew what he was talking about. I guess I need to find a hobby. Something that makes me feel good about myself but doesn't make me walk like a little old lady for days afterwards. There's always knitting. I wonder where I should go to get some of those knitting sticks.....