Here is some insanity...

this was empty before I schlepped all that wood here. Every man I know would be appalled. My mind will not allow me to be terribly worried about the perfection of the stacking. I don't want to be doing it in the first place!

One side left of the fig....I cannot move what is left;

I am supposed to be moving but my landlord decided to drop more than a "stere" or wood on me. He cut down a fig tree right outside my fence. It was very old and very big. I was tasked with putting it in a wheel barrel...( an un pronounceable word for me in french...une brouette..the R is guttural)...clunking it down the destroyed stairs and under the house...the "abri".

God forsaken stairs, ripped up by a backhoe ambling down it. The wheel barrel gets stuck every time and elicits a swear word out of me. I am not fearful of letting the language go even though I was raised with not one bad word, ever.

Rune, bugging me! my landlord still has 2 saws in my yard which I covered with a tarp and he intends on cutting all that you see here to the right. I am overcome with wood,

I still have these pieces that remind me of "Alien"

what's left after about 12 trips.

lots up by the back door. I am burning like crazy.