We’ve got about an hour of daylight left and it’s about 23 degrees F out. It’s going to dip back down to about 7 or 8 degrees tonight. Yesterday morning we started the day at 1 degree F. So my parents have been going through a lot of wood.
Right now I’m limping around. In order to do wood I’ll have to get my feet into my over sized boots and go out there and pull and push a heavy cart around. I’m not looking forward to this, but I’m under the impression that I’m going to spend tomorrow afternoon doing this because it’s now 3 PM and my mom has wasted the daylight playing video games on the computer downstairs.
Sundays are important because these are the days where no one is around, no emergencies are cropping up and I get the wood for the week. If you blow Sunday I don’t usually get a chance to do wood again without majorly overhauling my schedule until mid-week. They know this. They also know I’m in pain and it’s going to be a major thing to do. So they’ve said “oh don’t worry, we’ll get the wood.”
Tomorrow they’ll be freezing to death and I’ll be out there getting wood. Bank on it. My folks are idiots at times. You can’t rely on them. You can’t count on them. You have to do everything yourself or else it doesn’t get done. Including getting them wood so they won’t freeze to death, I guess.
Arrrrg.
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