Working on the logs was really the job I signed up to do. Yes, seriously! This. is. the. job. I. signed. up. for.
My husband has a full-time job, so we knew that I would be having to put a ton of sweat equity into this. Sweat equity is good! At least I think so, and I wanted to keep rockin’ on the logs.
But there are some things that I just cannot possibly do without him, and one of those things is re-positioning the logs. I don’t mind working hard, but some of these logs are a wee bit heavy, and a wee bit awkward. And I respect them. No playin’ around with these babies. I needed his help so that we COULD in fact, keep peeling the logs that we started on. At this point, they were positioned just too close together.
He helped me get them situated . . .
Grandpa got to see the good, the bad, and ugly when he was with us. My husband and I. . . well. . . . we don’t always see eye-to-eye on every piece of every project. Grandpa probably got an earful from him sometimes, and I know sometimes he got an earful from me~~truth be told! But he never said a word. . . he’s good! Just listens well! (I need to take note.)
WHAT!?! Take notice of this next picture, would ja? My husband actually has a spud bar in his hand! Miracles do happen. (wink, wink)
Please forgive me, but he did not peel hardly any logs. There is no resentment here~NONE! No really, I wanted to rock away on them. It was something I could do while he had to sleep for work. So, if he was working on peeling, it was just rare. I actually like this picture of him peeling.
It is such a great feeling to have logs peeled. And this was four of them out of the 26 that we received in the first load. I was feeling confident. We can do this.
While I was peeling logs ~~ with my little ‘mighty men’, I am sure ~~ he had something else he wanted to work on. . .
Just “Thank you LORD!” for your goodness. . . provision. . . and LOGS! ! ! !