Firewood

When you have read as much history as you can stand at one time, the easiest thing is to go out side and help fill the woodshed with firewood. Daddy built the woodshed so that it has an opening in part of the roof so that he can dump the firewood through it. The boys and him fill up his Bobcat skid steer's bucket with firewood and then he drives over and dumps it in the hole in the roof. The only problem with this is all the wood gets stuck in the hole, so some one has to go and move the wood out from the hole and over to the other side of the wood shed. I usually end up with that job, which isn't that bad, except for if you accientally take the wrong peice of wood from the pile you have to learn to quickly jump out of the way or you will be hit by fire wood traveling at a high velocity, which is not really fun. If your hand happens to be in the way of a log, it doesn't really feel that nice. Fire wood is like Karen's knife. It's sharp and it doesn't like my left hand.