Not 2 hours after writing yesterday's post my neighbor calls and says, "Uh, hey Liz, would you be interested in some free firewood? I got a whole truck load of 2x4s that I can drop off at your place if you want". I had just finished posting about my desire to be more frugal and help our family save money, I thought back to our very very painful heating bills this last winter and I replied, "Sure, bring it on over". He says, "Great, I'll be there in 20-30 minutes". 20-30 minutes later I look out my window and see a truck. Not a Ford F150 kind of truck. I'm talking about a big diesel truck with a big metal box on it's back. So he is backing it up and I'm thinking "SCORE". Then he opens the back and it starts to tilt and wood starts to fall out of this big box. This is a lot of wood. No, I'm serious, this is a LOT of wood. Before I can finish my thought of, "This is awesome, DSSH will be so proud of me", I start thinking, "Oh no, DSSH is going to KILL me". By the time my neighbor is done dumping there is enough scrap lumber in my driveway to build another house! Where am I going to store all of this? How am I ever going to get it stacked in time (before my neighbors turn me in for lowering their property values)? Oh stop your whining, Liz. I put on some scrubby clothes and dig in. I am so glad I spent most of my teen years playing Tetris on the Nintendo because I am now putting those skills to use in sorting, stacking, arranging, and cramming wood into every corner of my shed and backyard fence. I worked for 5 hours before DSSH came home. After 5 hours I had only managed to whittle it down by 1/4, so you can imagine my DSSH face as he rounds the corner to find this MASSIVE MOUND of scrap wood in his driveway (I hadn't told him about it, why ruin his day any earlier than I had to?). His jaw dropped just like mine did, but I just reminded him of our heating bills and, bless his awesome heart, he pulled off his nice work clothes and donned some sexy work clothes (I gotta say, I love my man in jeans, long sleeve Ts, and work gloves). He gets home at 7:30 pm and is always tired so I was surprised he was so willing to help me with this. With hubby helping, we were able to tear through that pile in no time. There is still about 1/4 pile left out there but we have big, nice piles of wood in the back, a nice cozy fire going on this morning, and a good feeling in our hearts because we feel more prepared for next winter.
Anybody need some free firewood? Come an get it!