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    The Day I Met David - Wood Delivery Day.

    November 7, 2020 by Karen 79 Comments

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    Just because there are no photographs to corroborate this story, does not mean it didn't happen. 

    Wood stacking day/night from a couple of years ago.

    Every year, at about this time, I have my winter fireplace wood delivered.  It's a thing. In fact, it's exactly the same amount of a thing as delivering a baby. I say that with all the confidence of someone who has watched many television shows which feature babies being born. It invariably takes the length of time in between two commercial breaks.

    Stacking 7 cords of wood on the other hand takes much longer and nobody stops to ask if you'd like an epidural. Which I would said yes to because that's the logical answer to whenever anyone asks you if you'd like an epidural. Yes, please, I'd like two.

    To give you an idea of how much 7 cords of wood is, it's a very large pile. Large enough that you don't need to exaggerate its size. Also it doesn't change. You can pull wood out of it and stack it for hours on end and it will not get one square foot smaller. 

    I began my great wood adventure this year on a crisp Saturday morning. I worked all day and got 4 cords of wood moved from the road and driveway and into my backyard where I stacked it.  When it was done, I came inside, had my dinner, went to bed and woke up to start doing it again.

    Sunday morning meant another 3 cords of wood were being delivered because the theme of 2020 as we all know is Groundhog Day. I put my head down, hood up and started chipping away at the pile. 

    I was about an hour into my work when along came David.

    Of course, at the time I didn't know his name was David, he was just a man motoring down the sidewalk towards me. Usually when I'm working like this I don't want to stop and talk to anyone. I just want to keep working so I can go inside drink hot chocolate and not vacuum.

    But this day I stopped to talk because the man heading towards me didn't go around me, didn't cross the street and didn't look like he was going to be deterred.  He stopped right in front of me and my wheelbarrow and said That's a good amount of wood you have there! I just chopped and stacked 3 cords myself.

    I told him I was doing 3 cords today and did 4 yesterday. This made his face light up and the man said You're my kindda woman! Who do you get your wood from? What do you pay for it? Have you seen those wood stacking kits you use with 2x4s? I got a bunch of those this year and they were worth every cent. Do you ever have to split the wood or do you just throw it in full sized like that?

    I think I forgot to mention that during this it was cold, raining, I was completely soaked, my hands were frozen, I was pushing a wheelbarrow full of wood and was also on the phone with my mother.

    But I kept talking to him because it seemed like he felt like talking and much to my surprise I was liking talking to him. (There's another man who walks around the neighbourhood who wouldn't know anything about wood and very probably would be the type who converted his wood fireplace into a spin out cocktail bar that opened when you pushed a button.)  At the very least this other man would definitely hire someone to stack his wood.  I wouldn't have liked talking to him.

    We discussed the wood and the benefits of a good splitting axe. We also talked about how the cost of wood is worth it because it's a form of entertainment in the winter and stacking wood can actually be very cathartic. This is when I found out his name was David. We were speaking long enough that it seemed logical that I ask his name and where he lived.

    I'm David and I live in the board and batten house a couple of blocks over, I walk every day for 35 minutes and when I go home from here I'm going to split some wood, light the fire and watch some football. I had a stroke last year and I used to walk an hour a day but I lost too much weight exercising so much so now I'm trying to put some back on because my pants are too loose.

    I commented that I was sorry about his stroke and asked how old he was. I'm 92 said David.

    I blinked. A few times. Then I said way too loud "YOU'RE 92??"  At this point I was somehow reminded that I still had my phone to my ear and I pointed to the phone in my hand and said Sorry, I'm just on the phone with my mother.  

    This interested David quite a bit. How old is your mother? What's her name? Would she like to come for a visit? I used to have a lady friend and we travelled around Europe for 12 years, but then she moved to Toronto. I like visitors. I'm just around the corner. Ask her. Does she want to come? 

    I immediately formulated a plan to move my mother to Toronto, if it turned out to be necessary.

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    I could hear my mother on the other end of the phone laughing and giggling.

    Ohforcrissakes.

    Being the only adult in the room apparently I gently reminded David that he couldn't visit with my mother whom he didn't know, had never seen and hadn't even heard of until 3.5 seconds ago - because of Coronavirus.

    I'LL WEAR A MASK.

    Yup. That was a logical response.  A back and forth went on for a bit and I convinced him, I didn't think my mother was going to be coming to visit him that day so he should probably just split his wood and watch football. Not to be deterred he kept up his line of questioning and while pointing at the phone asked Is she slim?

    As he smiled and started off on his way back home I watched him go and laughed. My mother was on the phone laughing too. All of us thought the entire episode it was just hilarious.

    The whole thing put me in a good mood and helped me barrel through the rest of the day moving wood and stacking it. Around 4 o'clock I finished up and went inside to make my hot chocolate and not vacuum, wondering if I'd ever see David again.

    That question was answered the next morning when David knocked on my door.

    He wanted to let me know that if I had any wood that was too big to split on my own, to set it aside and he would do it for me. 92 year old David offered me an epidural.

    I didn't accept his help. I thanked him but said it was O.K., I didn't need help. I said it nicely. And I've regretted it since.

    So I'm going to keep an eye out for David and set aside some logs.

    Because one of the best gifts you can give someone this holiday season is letting them know they're needed.


    What I did the past week.

    As you know, I stacked wood but I did a few other things too.

    1

    Is it Possible to Grow Tomatoes Indoors All Winter? Yep!

    A friend came over this week and he asked if I knew of any way he could grow herbs all winter long if he didn't have a sunny window. YES! YES I DO!!

    This is also a good reminder that the Aerogarden makes a really good holiday present.

    2

    How to Stack Wood. With or Without a Rack.

    How to stack a bush cord of wood without a rack using wood columns.

    3

    Vegetable Garden Pests & How to Kill 'em

    The massive dinosaur kale in my front yard is now ready for picking and eating throughout the winter. It's full of little holes which don't bother me. What DOES bother me is the reason for those little holes, cabbage moth caterpillars. Kale is very susceptible to them. So this week I sprayed my kale with BTK (a natural bacterial insecticide that kills only caterpillars). After a week or so I can be sure the worms on the leaves will have died and fallen off the leaves so I can bring it in and eat it throughout November and December without worrying about eating worms.

    4

    The Christmas Pledge 2020.

    I, like you, have been making my way through this year's Christmas Pledge! If you follow my calendar you know today was shop local day and tomorrow is assess your wrapping situation day! If you haven't printed out the calendar yet, do it now!

    5

    How to Dig, Divide & Store Dahlia Tubers.

    Early in the week (or maybe next week) I'll be digging up my dahlias and dividing them which is a cold miserable job, but NOW is the time to do it. My plants were killed by frost a week ago. So if you grew dahlias and you want to save the tubers get it done. If the plants have died back (from a frost or otherwise) you need to get digging.

    6

    The Rise & Fall of Sourdough Starter. | The History & Recipe

    I started a NEW starter this week from a dehydrated starter I bought online. You can get your own here from the Kensington Sourdough in Toronto if you'd like. It's a descendant of the original 150 year old San Fransisco starter (apparently). I'm comparing it to a starter I began a few weeks ago with the rye I picked and ground this summer.

    7

    Classic Caesar Salad. Please Don't Buy That Crap in a Jar

    My garden is loaded with full sized heads of romaine that I started on August 3rd. So I've been eating a lot of caesar salad .

    In case you were wondering, these are the log stacking brackets that David bought this year.

    Have a good weekend and thanks for reading my blog. I need you. 


     

     

     

     

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    1. K. Armstrong

      August 05, 2024 at 2:18 pm

      I've been reading your blog for years, but somehow never saw this post, until today when it was suggested in the "More Stuff" segment at the bottom of another post I was looking at; so, wondering who the titular David was, I clicked on the thumbnail and read this story.
      ...So now I have to know, 4 years later- did you ever see him again, did you get to make his day, after all, by letting him help you with the logs you set aside for him? Did you become friendly neighbors who chat often? I really hope so.

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      • Karen

        August 09, 2024 at 11:56 pm

        I saw David many times after that! We developed a wood chopping relationship and I brought him jam and maple syrup for his birthday. :) Unfortunately David passed away last year. ~ karen!

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        • K.

          August 19, 2024 at 12:49 pm

          Made me so happy to hear those first sentences. Though very sorry to hear of his passing and the loss of a gem of a neighbor/friend of yours. Thank you for letting us know, and sharing that little bit of his story with us.
          Blessings & Happy Monday. : )

    2. Janelle

      November 27, 2020 at 9:33 am

      I love this. I borrowed a wood splitter this year and split 4.5 cords of wood, loaded it into our truck, delivered it to our house, unloaded and stacked it. The neighbors were having some construction work done and said one of the guys gleefully commented, “Now THAT’S a woman.” Haha.
      I did have a little help from my sister for a few hours one day and from my husband the next (although we had to abruptly run to the ER after he smashed his finger in the splitter- he didn’t lose it). But believe me when I say I felt as though I had been run over twice by a semi. Epsom salts and CALM mag drink to the rescue.

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    3. Cherity

      November 15, 2020 at 1:55 pm

      This was lovely to read. Thank you.

      Reply
    4. Allison

      November 12, 2020 at 12:20 pm

      What a heart warming story! I love what you took away from that- everyone wants to feel needed. Such a great thought.

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    5. m'liss

      November 11, 2020 at 2:30 pm

      92 & still asking"Is she's slim?" Sad.
      I have a few questions for Dave.

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    6. Karen

      November 11, 2020 at 10:02 am

      This is my first comment in years of reading your posts! What a great story- David is a love. And the wood stacking is one of the many impressive things you do!

      Reply
      • Karen

        November 11, 2020 at 1:10 pm

        Karen! You're here, lol! I still haven't seen David again, but I'm thinking I'd LOVE it if he would chop me a whack of kindling. I really could use help with that. :) ~ karen!

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    7. Angela Delveaux

      November 09, 2020 at 10:22 pm

      I LOVED this post--it's my very favorite one that you've ever written! Such a range of emotions: the mental and physical (epidural!) pain of stacking that much wood....meeting a friendly neighbor (he sounds like a keeper!).....having your mother on the phone....in the rain....
      He's 92??? And flirting with your mom???

      Really, though....setting aside the logs for him to feel helpful was my biggest takeaway. I hope he shows up again. Thanks for sharing!

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    8. Heather

      November 09, 2020 at 8:04 pm

      David sounds like he'd be a lovely addition to any family. What an inspiration! Thanks for sharing.

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    9. Agnes

      November 09, 2020 at 5:41 pm

      Yo- don't need photo evidence, your words are enough. Who cuuld make up a story like that! I agree you have to find a safe way to introduce David and your mother! My dad lived to be 95, and he taught me to split wood. He also seemed indestructible and was active right up to his final stroke. They just don't make many people like that these days, but, you may be one! I am certain stacking wood and gardening help. Keep it up!

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      • Karen

        November 09, 2020 at 6:06 pm

        I'm certain it helps too!! ~ karen

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    10. Linda

      November 09, 2020 at 2:38 pm

      Beautiful Karen, I wonder if David knows how many lives he's touched in a good way. I wonder the same about you.

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      • Karen

        November 09, 2020 at 6:04 pm

        :) ~ karen!

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    11. Kristina

      November 09, 2020 at 11:09 am

      I love this so much. We just finished walnut harvest, and it was wonderful watching my 83 year old dad light up. He doesn't do much of the labor around here anymore, but has a great big brain and is a genius for equipment problems. One day about halfway through the 5 week (or was it a million week?) season, Mom confided in me that he'd been so depressed, not being able to do the volunteer work that normally keeps him busy, and he seemed so glad to be *needed* during the season. So now I am looking for projects for him to do for me, and finding him rather choosy. Haha. So far, everything I've suggested, he's said he had faith I could do myself.

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    12. Jay (senora)

      November 09, 2020 at 10:38 am

      I so enjoy your stories--particularly your witty telling of them. I had a "David" for thirty years, but sadly I lost him to an aneurism. I used to get annoyed that he would hover, but now I'd give anything to listen to his stories and hear him giggle. So, cudos to you for leaving out a few logs for this kind soul. And wo knows....Mom just might need some wood chopped!

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      • Karen

        November 09, 2020 at 5:55 pm

        Hi Jay! I'm sorry about your David. Very sorry. ~ karen!

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    13. Marianne

      November 09, 2020 at 9:17 am

      I love you Karen! And I love David and your mom too. As always thank you for being you.

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      • Karen

        November 09, 2020 at 5:50 pm

        Thank YOU! ~ karen

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