Now I ain’t no Pioneer Woman, but sometimes my life in the “north” of BC surprises even me. Raised in the big city of Vancouver, I was pretty much your typical urban dweller – taking transit to school (what are those yellow buses for, anyway?), covering 50 houses or more in an hour while Trick or Treating, walking to corner stores – although I did love wilderness camping trips with my dad. Outhouses have never bothered me.
So on my day off today, I worked on the girl’s Hallowe’en ninja costume and on editing pictures for the website while the husband took the kids off to the bush to collect firewood and possibly harvest some wildlife. The husband, you see, has just about finished his Garage Mahal in the back of our 0.5 acre property – a 50×30 foot shop that makes all the subdivision husbands green with envy – and it is heated by both a gas furnace thingy mounted from the ceiling AND a wood fireplace. Said wood fireplace requires many downed trees to feed its’ belly through the fall and winter, which is when the husband is most productive out there.
They all got home in time for dinner; we ate, played and then the kids went to bed. I finished loading some sleepers onto the website and then we started talking about tomorrow (Sunday) and what needed doing. The unloading of the firewood was first on the list and so I suggested we do it now. At 10:30 on a Saturday night. The husband commented on what a couple of wild ones we have turned out to be in our middle age. I agreed and then proceeded to put on work clothes, boots and gloves and opened the shop door.
It’s probably not a vision I ever had of my life when I was younger – my future self bundled up against the chilly fall air, climbing in and out of the back of a pick up truck then creating taller and taller stacks of firewood – but oddly enough, it makes me pretty happy. Plus I’m counting it as exercise in an otherwise sedentary day. Happy late Saturday night to you.
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