This one was a freebie to a relative. They tell jokes about me and snicker because I have so much firewood, am so many years ahead, and cut it all year long. When it's 80° in the summer and I'm cutting firewood, they tell me; "You're a fool! We don't cut firewood when it's this warm. Are you trying to wreck your saw? Why don't you go lay around on the beach, or in the air conditioning, like we do?" Once heating season rolls around, they go out and cut up a tree as needed. Tonight's fire is quite often burning a tree that was cut earlier today.
Some years we get a fair amount of snow. It's not so easy to go out and cut the firewood for tonight's fire. That's when I get the calls; "We're out of firewood. Can you help us?" "Sure" I say. I've got plenty to share.
So I load $25 worth into my pickup and head over there. No one is home. I assume they have left for church right after they hung up the phone with me. They do a lot more praying than wood cutting. I guess it works, their firewood prayers were answered!
Their driveway hasn't been plowed, it's just a couple ruts in the snow (I used to plow it for them, but they bought their own snowblower, which I saw today setting in a snowdrift). An old car is parked in the way of getting to where the wood needs to be stacked. I'm not sure if it runs, but I check the ignition and no key anyway. I start carrying an armful at a time the 100 feet between my truck and the woodpile. I have to weave between the old car and an exercise bicycle half buried in the snow, then slip and slide through a few bags full of trash, then dodge around the rusting barbecue grill, past some old swing/love seat patio furniture with two pieces of pipe sticking out of it, one of which keeps aiming for my groin every time I pas it, and finally at the woodpile to unload my arms.
After several of these armful trips, I decide to rummage through their shed. I'm sure I saw a wheelbarrow around here before. There it is, tipped over with a bunch of dirt and junk in it. I dump it out, and notice one of the handles is missing a bolt and very loose. OK, I'll take it easy and hope it stays together. I wheel it out next to my truck, load it up with wood, and the tire is flat! It pushes real hard through the snow with a flat tire. Almost hard enough that I'm not sure if it's easier than just carrying it by the armful. On the second trip with the wheelbarrow, the handle falls off. Ok, back to the armful method until I'm done.
It's a good thing I love firewood.