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Jun. 17th, 2007 08:08 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
which_chickWorked on my woodpile today, a little, in the morning before the horse function. I know how massively exciting woodpile work is for all ya'll to read about...
Look, try to act like you're interested. Just pretend. For my sake, all right?
Here's what it looked like after I cut the grass and cleaned up the old pile of cruft and raked. I hadn't stacked any new stuff yet. The smallish pile of big logs there in the foreground, that's the same smallish pile of big logs seen on the RIGHT in the next picture.
Progress here was that I stacked a lot of the black walnut from the tree that fell down back of 200. That's in the middle rank, shown here (it's all the little logs with dark centers behind the smallish pile of big, huge logs on the right hand side of the pile). The left-hand side of the piles (discontinuous) is the mess left over from last winter. The black walnut is actually the second rack of wood --there's another, equal-sized rack behind it and the third rack has not yet been added.
This picture shows all three racks of wood. The pile of barks to the left is what remains of the smallish pile of big, huge logs. I split and stacked them today so they are unfortunately not in the picture anymore for you to judge how much I've done.
This picture is for comparing with the second picture -- look particularly at the left side of the picture, where the leftover wood from last year is stacked. Notice how the pile is getting smaller. This is progress, hoo-boy!
(We are not showing the huge gigantic pile of unsplit rounds just off to the left of the woodpile. There is a reason for that. It is partially visible in some shots but you are all to pretend that you do not see it lurking in the background. The goal here is for me to have a feeling of worthwhile progress, not a feeling of impending doom-oom-oom.
Oh, and on an entirely unrelated note, here is a nice picture I took of the lake over the weekend:
The horse thing was a modest ride at my house. It started at well after twelve noon, which is par for a 10 AM start time. The IRH did a nice job with her bareback pad, no back soreness but also not a very challenging ride, either.
After the ride we were in the second group to go home on the trailer so the IRH and I trotted out the road, me leading her from the driver side window of my car. The road is dirt and private and very-little-traffic so that all went fine. It particularly went fine because I'd beaten the snot out of her a couple of weeks ago when she failed to lead from the window of my car and tore the shit out of my index finger. There was no finger-maiming in this exercise today.
Of note in the great road trot-out was confirmation of the fact that the IRH trots at between eight and ten miles per hour. I mean, yeah, that's what the books say and stuff but finding it out with a speedometer is just all kinds of cool. Also, hell, I got to watch her trot out the road as I drove and she's so pretty to watch. What a hottie. (She's a hottie even though she was giving my poor Cavalier the hairy eyeball every step of the way. Damn, that mare carries herself nicely.)
Theron wants to do another ride next weekend, over the mountain from Emmaville. Fine by me -- the IRH is apparently going to wind up in Emmaville here directly anyway so we might as well ride out of there. No skin off my nose. I would, however, like to lobby for the 8:00 AM trail ride. It's too fucking hot at noon-thirty to go for a ride. Plus, all the flies are out. It's annoying. I don't see why we can't go in the early morning when it's still fit out.
Look, try to act like you're interested. Just pretend. For my sake, all right?
Here's what it looked like after I cut the grass and cleaned up the old pile of cruft and raked. I hadn't stacked any new stuff yet. The smallish pile of big logs there in the foreground, that's the same smallish pile of big logs seen on the RIGHT in the next picture.
Progress here was that I stacked a lot of the black walnut from the tree that fell down back of 200. That's in the middle rank, shown here (it's all the little logs with dark centers behind the smallish pile of big, huge logs on the right hand side of the pile). The left-hand side of the piles (discontinuous) is the mess left over from last winter. The black walnut is actually the second rack of wood --there's another, equal-sized rack behind it and the third rack has not yet been added.
This picture shows all three racks of wood. The pile of barks to the left is what remains of the smallish pile of big, huge logs. I split and stacked them today so they are unfortunately not in the picture anymore for you to judge how much I've done.
This picture is for comparing with the second picture -- look particularly at the left side of the picture, where the leftover wood from last year is stacked. Notice how the pile is getting smaller. This is progress, hoo-boy!
(We are not showing the huge gigantic pile of unsplit rounds just off to the left of the woodpile. There is a reason for that. It is partially visible in some shots but you are all to pretend that you do not see it lurking in the background. The goal here is for me to have a feeling of worthwhile progress, not a feeling of impending doom-oom-oom.
Oh, and on an entirely unrelated note, here is a nice picture I took of the lake over the weekend:
The horse thing was a modest ride at my house. It started at well after twelve noon, which is par for a 10 AM start time. The IRH did a nice job with her bareback pad, no back soreness but also not a very challenging ride, either.
After the ride we were in the second group to go home on the trailer so the IRH and I trotted out the road, me leading her from the driver side window of my car. The road is dirt and private and very-little-traffic so that all went fine. It particularly went fine because I'd beaten the snot out of her a couple of weeks ago when she failed to lead from the window of my car and tore the shit out of my index finger. There was no finger-maiming in this exercise today.
Of note in the great road trot-out was confirmation of the fact that the IRH trots at between eight and ten miles per hour. I mean, yeah, that's what the books say and stuff but finding it out with a speedometer is just all kinds of cool. Also, hell, I got to watch her trot out the road as I drove and she's so pretty to watch. What a hottie. (She's a hottie even though she was giving my poor Cavalier the hairy eyeball every step of the way. Damn, that mare carries herself nicely.)
Theron wants to do another ride next weekend, over the mountain from Emmaville. Fine by me -- the IRH is apparently going to wind up in Emmaville here directly anyway so we might as well ride out of there. No skin off my nose. I would, however, like to lobby for the 8:00 AM trail ride. It's too fucking hot at noon-thirty to go for a ride. Plus, all the flies are out. It's annoying. I don't see why we can't go in the early morning when it's still fit out.
