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Time to get busy!
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Time to get busy! Oh ohh, it's that time of year again. It's getting colder here, and today we had a beaut frost, one that made you feel it's cold outside . . and for some reason I had the fire going nearly all yesterday and last night - not very wise if you don't have more firewood to replace what you are using up.  So the good news is that I did trim some trees in summer. I did get someone in to trim a tree away from the building, so that it wouldn't let the rats in - not that that would absolutely stop them, only there don't seem to be any rats at present.So, with wood waiting to be cut up, and the only way I will achieve that is to attempt "chainsawing102", I suspect that as soon as I get the courage, I will have to go out there . . unsupervised, and start doing some serious cutting up. This will relieve the rat issue, as there will no longer be all the open spaces for them to hide in. It will mean that I can move the wood into the shed, instead of leaving huge branches lying around on top of each other in one massive pile of mess. Please don't pick on me. This is something I really wasn't ready for ever. I never had any intention of picking up a block splitter, nor an axe, nor any other kind of wood cutting implement, except perhaps for craft purposes. I never ever had any intentions of acquiring any kind of wood, other than for some kind of project around home, if anything, and then, it was all going to be limited to necessity, or real beginners things like a crude table or something similar. The facts are as follows. I moved here without thought to heating other than easy as! On arrival I found a wood fire. My reaction was Huh??? (Thought you'd guess that.) Then I found out that electric heating was now way too dear. Step two was light the fire, as there was a bit of wood here at the time, not much. I grabbed some of the wood, lugged it into the place and discovered "this is heavy!". Ooops! Then I tried to light the fire, and I tried a bit more, and I tried again, and I tried and tried and tried. Sometimes I'd sort of get it started, and then it would go out. It took at least two men telling me what to do, or if you like how to light a fire, a very large quantity of firelighters, newspapers, time, and patience. One day I finally sort of mastered the art of lighting a fire. Then recently I discovered I was a total idiot, and you could say I learned the missing link in my chain, which was why so often my fire would fail, and it was only sheer coincidence that made me find out. I just happen to have been chatting with a man who actually knows his chemistry/physics, as in he knows his elements and that "periodic table" that I should know, and even how to calculate the formulae. Yep, someone who knows his stuff. I told him how I had gone out shopping for a fire grate, and given up in the end. We just happened to spend some time together around a fire, as it was minus a few at the time. The fire was already built while I hadn't been watching, only he found the grace to talk about it. Initially I wasn't taking anything in, totally confused, and then I started to take in some very important information that allows one to build a fire, really basic stuff, that really had never sort of risen to the consciousness, so that I could take it into account, and I felt like a total dill brain, as it had been said in different words previously. Only I have a saying, that "I don't think because it hurts". Well not quite, however if it's beyond, yep, that's the answer, I tend not to bother a lot of the time, as I have lots of answers inside, and that won't work if you are learning new things, so I consult people. Only again, that doesn't work when you are on your own, as I have been a lot of the time for quite a few years now. So that's the fire building mastered at last. Then there is this other thing, fuel. It costs money, well not the newspapers, not the ones I get anyway. However the firestarters, matches or gas lighters, and any other bits all cost money, including buying wood. For several years, I relied on others supplying my wood, as there was no money for it at all. One day it really wasn't working out anymore, as I was now once again relying on my mother to finance my wood supplies, and having her fund my needs really needs to stop. She has been my mainstay over the last years, as I really wasn't together enough to work things out and live within my means. Now I am starting to stand on my own two feet, as I realise how much I relied on her. Back to the subject. So the second issue was supplying my own wood, and last year I paid for my first lot, and then the bottom fell out of everything when my mechanic gave me a bill that was just way more than I had the resources to pay. Only it was in retrospect, so last year, somehow, and I have no idea how, I managed with about one trailer of wood. That is really not enough, just I had no resources to get more. I decided to sell the car to allow me to register my little truck. Then I could go get wood, and I had already acquired a regular chainsaw. (I have just about sold the car for a lot less than I wanted to.) In the meantime I have worked out a cheaper way of getting around when I don't have any commitments such as a passenger or a load of wood (or other). Some time in the hopefully not too distant future I will acquire my first motor-scooter, nice and not too powerful, and join the world of temporary drivers, because it will be more affordable than the car. Issue three. With the purchased wood, I found some bits were way too big, so I had to split them, and I did that sort of ok with a blocksplitter. I had an axe at one stage, only that's gone at the moment. To use the blocksplitter, I didn't swing it. I hammered it through the wood. It does work, as you tend not to miss, just in the great scheme of things, it's a touch woossy. Issue four. Some lumps of wood were too long, not just too round, and they needed something else, so one day I acquired an electric chainsaw for next to nothing, making it an option financially. I taught myself to use that, and only used it in crisis, when there was no other way, as there was this thing with the cord, and then there was the other thing that it was a chainsaw, and I had no idea. A lot of the time, I'd get someone else to resolve the problem for me, either having the wood cut shorter before I received it, or something similar. In the meantime, I had watched a chainsaw lesson when I was out somewhere. It was either watch the lesson, or go home. I decided I could watch, because I didn't have to touch the tool. Then one day I walked into a shop when I had a few dollars in my pocket and discovered a chainsaw that was in my budget, so I grabbed it. Then I took it home and looked at it for a long time, until one day someone came over to do something for me. I asked if he would mind supervising me in "chainsawing101". He said no prob, and did. He instructed me to go outside and cut up some thin branches, so I did, no drama. Only it's me that has to make sure it has bar oil, and the right mix of fuel. I have to check it has enough of both. I have to remember how to start the thing, and it all seems so complicated. Consider, all I ever heard was how I could cut my leg off, or my arm or my head off, and how dangerous the things are. This is to a woman on the pension for severe traumas, so of course I was scared. ... yep, I am not going to use that word, only I suspect I was that scared. So, issue five, get out there and use the ... chainsaw! Um, if it's from me, the swear word would be very mild.  and of course pictures of bodily fluid come to mind as I think of it, and I connect it all to "chainsaw massacre!" Oh dear. Meanwhile the fire feels rather lacking in heat. Maybe it's out. I will check. Lucky, another log on it, and it's ok for now. Only I need to get out there and get more in. I also need to do what normal people do, prepare meals, wash clothes, do dishes, vacuum, dust, clean walls and the list goes on, plus outside. Only I do pretty much all the maintenance here, as if I don't do it, it does not get done. If it's broken, it's me who has to fix it, no matter what the item, and the pension makes that non-negotiable. Only there is this slight issue, that even if I do everything, there is not enough money for all the materials, and the cost of living on top. Then there are a few other issues, like I am not a plumber or electrician, just I do have my electrical basics, and I am mechanically minded. That means that I can work out that if I have a nut, bolt, and a spanner or two, yep, I can work out how to use them to hold something together. (That was a cheeky grin.)There is never enough money, so I revert to making things when I want them, be that cooked, sewn, or crafted somehow. It's how it has to be, and in between all of that, I am supposed to find time out, to allow myself to heal from my dramas, so there is always some intensive game playing on my computer, as in daily. There is some serious blogging, almost daily, and at least daily reading of other blogs, and responding to usually at least one of them all. Then there is searching online for information, so a lot of time gets spent at the computer, partly because it gives me time out, partly because it's good to read other people's opinions, and not think I am the only one. It's good to check my emails in case there is something that brightens my day, and some do. There are lots of positives about coming to the computer, only if I want pastry, I tell myself I have to make it, as it's so much cheaper if I make it. It's also a lot healthier to cook without lots of artificial additives or the occasional allergen that will cause trouble. You can't cook pastry while sitting at the computer. The chainsaw doesn't check the oil or mix its' own fuel, and definitely doesn't fire up and do the job, so right now, I am thinking at least get out there and start the thing if I do nothing else today out there. Maybe I can cut up just a bit of wood, so I don't feel like a totally useless person. (Uh, I know I am not useless at all.) So I guess I need to go. Wish me luck! I suspect I am still worth not having to live short one limb, so I will be careful. Thank you to those who care, and hugs back to some of you, those who know I am sending hugs back to you. 
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