Today I took a cord of wood to my in-laws and thought back to a conversation with a fellow a couple weeks ago. I mentioned that I was contemplating buying a whole logging truck load and he said how he likes to do a little wood splitting sometimes. It made me think.
There are some things that a lot of people have romantic notions about. I said once that living in a rain forest doesn’t seem so precious when you’re being eaten alive by the local insect fauna; the same is true when you actually need to do that thing that others only need to do in an essentially recreational manner or view from afar with a sense of nostalgia.
Things like splitting firewood, cutting silage, and crank starting engines.