Well, rep one of my (patent-pending) workout program is complete. All my wood is cut. This weekend is the big split-a-thon.
Last night, I went to the local tool rental joint to pick up the splitter I reserved a few days ago. After I told the guy working the counter who I was and what I was after, he said, and this is an exact quote, “Uh oh.”
Turns out they rented both their regular splitters and didn’t hold one back for me. They did, however, have a 30-ton model they gave to me for the same price. So now, out in the yard sits a big ol’ bright red 30-ton hydraulic splitter surrounded by about a cord-and-a-half of split oak. Today and tomorrow, all I’m going to do, for as long as I can stand it, is split more wood.
Ach, Pete, me lad, where are ye when I need ye?
Sorry, fella. I know I’m missing out on all the fun, but I’ve got a baseball game in the AM then I have to be back to work Mon. AM. So unless you’ve invented a teleporter in your spare time (all of it, I know). I don’t think I’m going to be able to make it.