What am I (and how did I get fixed up or maybe set-up)  

rm_tardisiii 58M
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1/22/2006 11:32 am

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What am I (and how did I get fixed up or maybe set-up)


Today I began splitting wood with the thought that this project will probably consume my next 3 weekends and hated the idea of that but, It was something that had to be done. Off I went into the darkness and the cool morning air to at least start the task. I had my axe/maul and my coffee and a good wedge, it's all one really needs for the job. A log splitter is really a two person machine and I really don't care for the noise that early in the morning. As I started in I began to think about all I have become nothing like work to bring that out in yourself. I split the first log thinking that I like being in my 40's and all the nonsense of my youth is past me. As I set more logs to be split there were things that I wasn't to proud of and the stupidity that brought those events to life, but it was all just a learning experience none the less. I thought about love, loss, money, power, family, and friends. what did it all mean to me. What impact did it have on me in general. All the while the log pile is getting smaller and smaller and the split wood is gathering at my feet. I'm stacking and splitting sometimes in anger and sometimes in laughter, yet all the time working at a pace that just felt right. I was in the zone. Not thinking, just reacting to the sights, sounds, and smells of the birch as it came apart like butter. Time was a non-entity it felt like it was on hold for me just so that the process could be finished without breaking up the better portion of a day. I stopped briefly and to my astonishment the sun was high and all I had on was my t-shirt, jeans, gloves and boots all my winter gear was laying on the ground. I don't remember taking it off. I could see my breath, I was sweating like a madman and the neighbor next door was looking at me like I was crazy. I stood there looking at the pile, it was gone. Wood was laid everywhere. I looked at my watch it was 12:30 6 hours had passed and it felt like 5 minutes. The neighbor came out with a cup of coffee for me. She's about 65 and the sweetest woman you'll ever want to meet. She told me that she had seen me start and had kept an eye on me through-out the morning. She was worried I was going to have a heart attack because of the pace I had set for myself. I told her I was fine and that I had a lot of things on my mind and the time and the task were maybe just what I needed today. She told me that my aunt was lucky to have family around to help her with these tasks and that I should come around more frequently. I told her that if I didn't know better I would think she was making a pass at me. She laughed and said that maybe not her but her daughter was with some no-good shiftless idiot and she had tossed the guy to the curb about 2 months ago and she would put a good word in for me. Well nothing like being a good neighbor. I've never seen her but my aunt says she's very nice. Nothing like a stamp of approval from a family member.

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