Last Tuesday night Papa Pea was in his upstairs office when he heard a strange crashing sound. He thought about it for a couple of minutes and then, sadly, figured out what it must have been.
The upper middle portion of the last tier of wood we had so carefully stacked had fallen plumb out and down. It kind of erupted. Or spewed out.
Ghosties cavorting in the back of the shed? Determined chipmunks building condos in among the wood? A small earthquake way up here in northern Minnesota? Or just faulty stacking by people who shall remain nameless?
We've managed to ignore the situation for a couple of days now, but tonight decided we would deal with it tomorrow.
Just how many times do you have to handle a piece of wood before you burn it? In this case, too many.
10 comments:
Your ghost's relatives live in NW Oregon – same thing happened here!
Michelle - So frustrating when you take care to do a good job of stacking! Upon inspection, we see our second tier is starting to lean, too. HELP! (Hoping you have better luck.)
Earthquake !!!!!!
Marie - Yep, that must have been it. :o(
Oh no! What a pain.
Ahemmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm....
Full Moon was August 15th......
Ahemmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.....
Need I say more?
Definitely the Boogey Man!!! Don't lurk in the shadows at night Mama Pea, that's when he gets ya! :-o
Dianna - It's not the end of the world, but it sure does make you feel as though you've done a lot of work for nothing! :o\
wisps of words - Oh, when will I learn to heed your warnings! ;o)
Rain - Yeah, the Boogey Man! I had forgot about him!
That's a shame! UGH! It's bad enough you had to do it once, now again? Sometimes life isn't fair. xo
Lynne - Yeah, but think of all the good bending exercise we get stacking it . . . again! ;o)
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