Kiliam
ArboristSite Lurker
I will apologize up front for what may be long and rambling story/rant. I just really need to vent to someone who will understand and appreciate how I feel.
My wife and I took our dog with us for the first time to visit my stepfather up in Vermont. Peyton had never been on a truck ride for more than 45 minutes or so before. So a 4 hour ride and meeting pops dogs was going to be a real adventure. Normally a friend stays at the house with her for the weekend. I managed to get the truck loaded and on the road by 5pm, just as the rain started. Made sure all the windows were locked and the lights were on in the living room.
When we got home sunday night I was exhausted from the drive and being up late the night before. You need to have a few barley pops while you watch the night race. Anyways, I managed to bring the dog in and unload the truck. Once I took my shower I let Peyton out to do her thing and got the shock of my life. Someone had stolen about a 1/4 cord from my woodpile. I just stood there and started yelling and cussing. Whoever this scumbag is also managed to knock down another 1/8th of a cord in the process.
I ran in the house and started calling all my friends to see if they had "borrowed" some wood for the weekend. All I got from them was a big fat no. They all want to save it for when they come over for football.
The neighbors behind me own a flower shop and go to bed at 7:30 or so. Well and it's kind of hard for them to see through the 30 foot long pile of wood that borders their yard.
The neighbors across the street, directly facing the pile looking down my driveway went on a cruise and left a half hour after us on friday.
I realize that my 8-9 cords of wood may not be much to some on here. Believe me I wish had half the ambition and fortitude some of you do when it comes to firewood. They only got 1/4 of a cord but man did I worked hard for that heat.
If you managed to read all of that then I thank you.
Karl
My wife and I took our dog with us for the first time to visit my stepfather up in Vermont. Peyton had never been on a truck ride for more than 45 minutes or so before. So a 4 hour ride and meeting pops dogs was going to be a real adventure. Normally a friend stays at the house with her for the weekend. I managed to get the truck loaded and on the road by 5pm, just as the rain started. Made sure all the windows were locked and the lights were on in the living room.
When we got home sunday night I was exhausted from the drive and being up late the night before. You need to have a few barley pops while you watch the night race. Anyways, I managed to bring the dog in and unload the truck. Once I took my shower I let Peyton out to do her thing and got the shock of my life. Someone had stolen about a 1/4 cord from my woodpile. I just stood there and started yelling and cussing. Whoever this scumbag is also managed to knock down another 1/8th of a cord in the process.
I ran in the house and started calling all my friends to see if they had "borrowed" some wood for the weekend. All I got from them was a big fat no. They all want to save it for when they come over for football.
The neighbors behind me own a flower shop and go to bed at 7:30 or so. Well and it's kind of hard for them to see through the 30 foot long pile of wood that borders their yard.
The neighbors across the street, directly facing the pile looking down my driveway went on a cruise and left a half hour after us on friday.
I realize that my 8-9 cords of wood may not be much to some on here. Believe me I wish had half the ambition and fortitude some of you do when it comes to firewood. They only got 1/4 of a cord but man did I worked hard for that heat.
If you managed to read all of that then I thank you.
Karl