I got a call from a young friend and he said the city park cut down a bunch of trees and they were cut in to length for a stove. Well sure if I dont have to cut I ll take the wood. Anyways word got out before I got there and what was left would be halfassed camp fire wood, There were a bunch of OAK butts maybe 20 to 28 inches across, and maybe 12 inches high, lots of good burning there. Sure I have loaded stuff this size before a grunt or 3 and it was in the truck.
I couldnt even move them even the small ones I could move, but not load. How did I get so old that I cant do things I love? Is this because of almost a year in the hospital and in recovery and taking care of my wife. Is my core gone, is there nothing left, am I just a damned shell of what I was? Yeah I know Im whining. I just had to vent I know all things change and all men get old, but damn I never dreamed it would happen to me.
I couldnt even move them even the small ones I could move, but not load. How did I get so old that I cant do things I love? Is this because of almost a year in the hospital and in recovery and taking care of my wife. Is my core gone, is there nothing left, am I just a damned shell of what I was? Yeah I know Im whining. I just had to vent I know all things change and all men get old, but damn I never dreamed it would happen to me.