The Post in Which I Boast

My husband really does amaze me. He is the hardest working person I know. He's industrious, resourceful, and humble, and he makes me proud.

Over the past few weeks, he's been stopping along the side of the freeway to collect oak and pine rounds that have been cut and left by road clean up crews. How he lifts these enormously heavy rounds of wood into his truck - in the heat, after a long day of work - is beyond me.



This weekend he split the wood. We really don't need any more wood. I think there are about four cords split and stacked in our backyard - plenty of wood for the next few winters. George has a plan, though. There's a little toy he wants to buy (the kind that goes bang), and knowing how I feel about the purchase of such a toy, he knows better than to take money out of the family fund for said purchase. Instead, he has decided to sell the firewood he's been collecting. Free wood + hard labor = a new toy for George that Molly can't say anything about.



I helped him out just a little bit by pushing and pulling the lever on the wood splitter. I'm pretty sure there are clear warnings about operating a wood splitter while drinking, but George's home brew makes all jobs easier.

I asked him to save a round for me, and he asked, "What for? Bench Monday?"



He knows me well. I'm one lucky lady.