Yesterday I was moving wood from the woodshed behind my house to the storage rack I have built by my side door. After the second trip of loading wood on my sled and hauling it and stacking it at the storage rack I was feeling twinges in my lower back. I opened the side door (I couldn’t go in because I had cleats on my boots) and asked my wife to get my elastic back support.
I was somewhat pissed off with myself remembering that I use to work in the woods all day and never had to wear a back support. I knew better than to complain to my wife, however, because her answer would be ‘Get over it, you are not thirty any more,’ (no sympathy there.)
Back out at the wood pile – bitching to myself- I thought of an old ol’cowboy joke:
An old bull and a young bull are on top of a hill, looking down at a herd of cows.
The young bull taunts, “Hey old man, how about we run down this hill and fuck a couple of those cows.”
The old bull replies, “I have a better idea son; I’ll just walk down the hill and fuck um all.”
I think the moral of the joke is that you can’t let young bulls decide who you are. And: I’m not thirty any more.
For anyone who heats with fire wood I am enclosing a couple of pics of the storage unit I built by my side door. The top to the wood frame box that is the roof of this unit is a piece of metal roofing I had left over. The top (roof) is not attached to the sides and can be lifted up and turned over forming a metal bottom box that I fill with potting soil and use as a back door herb garden in the summer. The base of the unit is 4x4’s and the side upright post that support the roof are 2x8’s. In the winter I cover the storage unit with a small tarp – leaving the side of the tarp by the door unsecured and weighted at the bottom – for access. The overall size of the unit is 2x8x4 - designed to hold 1/2 cord of wood.