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Sounded like a voice over for Disney's Goofy
Our version of retirement: Living a childhood dream
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Sounded like a voice over for Disney's Goofy
Yeah, took a lot of pics up at the cabin
But, now, to me, it equates more to just plain old cold
There's a cabin under there
Our meadow there looks more like Siberia, as I sit here in town
Whenever I get a pang for living year-round up at the cabin
I get vivid recall
Not only did it all get a bit redundant, after six years, we got older.
And when my lady pulled something by lifting something too heavy, got a hernia
I figgered we needed a bit more in the creature comfort situation.
It was fun for us seventy somethings to show the thirty somethings how it all should be done, but
it was time
I get vivid recall
Not only did it all get a bit redundant, after six years, we got older.
And when my lady pulled something by lifting something too heavy, got a hernia
I figgered we needed a bit more in the creature comfort situation.
It was fun for us seventy somethings to show the thirty somethings how it all should be done, but
it was time
palides2021
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- Location
- MidAtlantic, USA
Loved this video! You have a remarkable voice, @Gary O' ! I can see you reading poetry or an audiobook. The feeding of the chipmunk was wonderful. Did you cut ALL that wood? Or did you buy it? I remember we were told the fresh cut wood had to sit for awhile.
Talking of wood, here is a Robert Frost poem about the woodpile:
The Wood-Pile
BY ROBERT FROSTOut walking in the frozen swamp one gray day,
I paused and said, 'I will turn back from here.
No, I will go on farther—and we shall see.'
The hard snow held me, save where now and then
One foot went through. The view was all in lines
Straight up and down of tall slim trees
Too much alike to mark or name a place by
So as to say for certain I was here
Or somewhere else: I was just far from home.
A small bird flew before me. He was careful
To put a tree between us when he lighted,
And say no word to tell me who he was
Who was so foolish as to think what he thought.
He thought that I was after him for a feather—
The white one in his tail; like one who takes
Everything said as personal to himself.
One flight out sideways would have undeceived him.
And then there was a pile of wood for which
I forgot him and let his little fear
Carry him off the way I might have gone,
Without so much as wishing him good-night.
He went behind it to make his last stand.
It was a cord of maple, cut and split
And piled—and measured, four by four by eight.
And not another like it could I see.
No runner tracks in this year's snow looped near it.
And it was older sure than this year's cutting,
Or even last year's or the year's before.
The wood was gray and the bark warping off it
And the pile somewhat sunken. Clematis
Had wound strings round and round it like a bundle.
What held it though on one side was a tree
Still growing, and on one a stake and prop,
These latter about to fall. I thought that only
Someone who lived in turning to fresh tasks
Could so forget his handiwork on which
He spent himself, the labor of his ax,
And leave it there far from a useful fireplace
To warm the frozen swamp as best it could
With the slow smokeless burning of decay.
Love a good Frosty poem
Yes, cut, split, stacked
Some of that we did buy in the round, but most we cut, split
I'd cut
My lady would put the round atop another, and I'd split
We'd get into a rhythm
Cut about 10 rounds
She'd start stacking
I'd start splitting
We'd both stack 'em on ricks
Ricks, properly built, are a third of a cord
Great way to season wood
Yes, fresh fallen wood needs to rest, age, for a couple years
Old blow overs only take a season
Here's what 14 cord looks like
Folks say I don't speak loud enough
Prolly due to half my folks yelled alot .....a.... lot
Even just normal conversation
Got to pretty much hating it
Heh, reminds me of a song I spoke
Seems I'm given to the mumbles
A guy wrote this, was gonna put it to music
I mumbled the words
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The snow is still cute
My overgrown gnome, 'Woody', is in all his glory
His beard grew as the snow flew
The tiny birds are all over the feed in their little refuge
'Course they never show when I take a pic
Had to break out the ice in the infinity pool (tuna can) of the spa
Yeah, winter can be fun in town too
My overgrown gnome, 'Woody', is in all his glory
His beard grew as the snow flew
The tiny birds are all over the feed in their little refuge
'Course they never show when I take a pic
Had to break out the ice in the infinity pool (tuna can) of the spa
Yeah, winter can be fun in town too
Finished winterizing the back deck (temporary Visqueen for now)
At least we can sit out when we want, snow or rain
My lady strung out some lights for coziness
It's all pretty much thrown together, so I'll peck at it thru winter and forage for window frames to replace the Visqueen and fit with stained glass.....to let the natural light in....or.....make the frames
The BIG news is
The pie will be cool in about 20 minutes
At least we can sit out when we want, snow or rain
My lady strung out some lights for coziness
It's all pretty much thrown together, so I'll peck at it thru winter and forage for window frames to replace the Visqueen and fit with stained glass.....to let the natural light in....or.....make the frames
The BIG news is
The pie will be cool in about 20 minutes
Finally stopped to take a pic
Love the leaves.....especially the ones on the ground
Quaint little ol' neighborhood
Typical street here
Got another dusting
maybe a bit more
maybe a half inch
Love the grass this time of year
The neighbors in back don't seem too disturbed by the weather
It's a cemetary......but still
Woodrow seems in his element
I'll be taking the Wrangler to town today
maybe a bit more
maybe a half inch
Love the grass this time of year
The neighbors in back don't seem too disturbed by the weather
It's a cemetary......but still
Woodrow seems in his element
I'll be taking the Wrangler to town today
Finally got some measurable white stuff
Close to a couple inches
Heh
down here, it's inches
up at the cabin, it's feet
I'll take the inches
Never wanted to see this snow sky up at the cabin
Pretty sure the raised beds are done
But
Somehow that pesky kale keeps poking thru
I best yard out the snow shovels and get 'em handy
Today
it's fire up the ol' desktop, and put any seemingly important stuff on my hard drive
I best vacuum it off first
The shop is no place for a computer
at least not my shop
Then
After I run thru it a couple more times
Use a hammer on it
Guess I better dust off the Wrangler too
Close to a couple inches
Heh
down here, it's inches
up at the cabin, it's feet
I'll take the inches
Never wanted to see this snow sky up at the cabin
Pretty sure the raised beds are done
But
Somehow that pesky kale keeps poking thru
I best yard out the snow shovels and get 'em handy
Today
it's fire up the ol' desktop, and put any seemingly important stuff on my hard drive
I best vacuum it off first
The shop is no place for a computer
at least not my shop
Then
After I run thru it a couple more times
Use a hammer on it
Guess I better dust off the Wrangler too
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IKE
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- Oklahoma....U.S.A.
Did a few of my teen years growing up in Wisconsin and I've shoveled more than my fair share of snow and I don't miss it......here we might get 2 or 3 inches once or twice in the winter and it's gone in a day or two.
I don't miss doing this it one bit.....↓ ↓ ↓.
I don't miss doing this it one bit.....↓ ↓ ↓.
OK, I'm not gonna 'use a hammer on it'
It's not like it's wunna those humungous old towers
Who knows, might use it for something
.....maybe for the grands to play with
Call me an ol' softy, but some pics and stuff gave me a rush of memories
Cabin memories
Of which this ol' desktop played a major role
Like what first popped up when I first fired it up
Yeah, I really can't put a hammer to anything still working
Can't sell it, or give it away
So, it remains
Meanwhile;
The birds across the way still hangin' tough
katlupe
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- Norwich, NY
Kale doesn't give up without a fight! I harvested it many years from under the snow in the middle of winter.
Meanderer
Supreme Member
Found a couple pics I'd forgotten aboutCall me an ol' softy, but some pics and stuff gave me a rush of memories
Cabin memories
Of which this ol' desktop played a major role
Like what first popped up when I first fired it up
Yeah, I really can't put a hammer to anything still working
Can't sell it, or give it away
So, it remains
Heh
Firepit
in the mist
And the A frame
Doesn't seem so small
.....with the right lens
This one is no joke
now another favorite
