The Mighty Wurlitzer, Again

I wrote using the title above before, and then became engrossed in other pursuits, mostly having to do with cutting up logs, hauling them up a hill behind our house, splitting the logs and then stacking them. It takes hours and offers so little payback! All that results is a stack of wood for the winter and a savings of perhaps $300, but then, I could pay that $300 and then have the wood dumped in our driveway. I would still have to haul it and stack it.

Why bother do it myself? I have a sense that the amount of work involved is making my sore aching body somehow better.

Enough of that. I want to recount four experiences I have had on this blog with my face splitting experiments. Many years back I learned that human beings develop in many ways, some permanent. One of those permanent ways is the shape of our skulls, which are finalized in our late teens or early twenties.  It does not change thereafter. ( I can recall one person whose head was deformed by ALS so that photo comparisons of him, young and old, could not be done: Stephen Hawking.)

I thought that if I could develop a means by which I could compare faces of supposedly different (or dead) people, or people at different ages, I could uncover a mystery or two. Just as an example, another blogger used humor, splitting my face and placing it next to that of John Candy, claiming we were the same person, by my technique, anyway. 

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Of trees and firewood

This stack of firewood is the sum total of a week’s effort.I am not done by any means, as we normally go through a couple of cords every winter. By my estimation this is over a cord, but I have one partial and another full stack to to go. Note that a cord is 4X4X8, which is what the back two stacks are, roughly. Since the work is very hard I opted to finish the job in October, giving my body a needed rest.

Last year, knowing foot surgery was on the horizon, I put up as much wood as I could in a short period of time. That wood included garage scraps and pieces of willow and aspen (which do not burn as well as pine). We decided that for the first time in our then-twelve years here we would purchase a cord of wood. The cost was going to be $300. We burned less wood, however, and did not get around to purchasing it.

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