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.
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.
As you know, I stacked wood but I did a few other things too. 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. How to stack a bush cord of wood without a rack using wood columns. 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. 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! 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. 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. 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 .What I did the past week.
Is it Possible to Grow Tomatoes Indoors All Winter? Yep!
How to Stack Wood. With or Without a Rack.
Vegetable Garden Pests & How to Kill 'em
The Christmas Pledge 2020.
How to Dig, Divide & Store Dahlia Tubers.
The Rise & Fall of Sourdough Starter. | The History & Recipe
Classic Caesar Salad. Please Don't Buy That Crap in a Jar
Have a good weekend and thanks for reading my blog. I need you.
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Bonnie Gutierrez
Tears, just tears! Thank you.
Melissa White
We need each other!!
Irma Villagomez-Miranda
Karen, I loved your wood piling story. Everyone should meet a Mr. David.
MaryJo
Thanks for the sweet story, Karen. David sounds like a nice person to know.
Rocky
Thank you for sharing your story about meeting David. What touching story.
Alexandra J Jacobs
I loved this story. I just moved into a more rural area and called around for wood until I got someone like David who honestly said: "left it a little late didn't you?" and then offered to drop off a trial of some greenish wood that "seemed to be burning OK for most people" to try and help me out. Let us know when David and your mother finally meet.
Lynn Rickert
Thank you. I so often laugh outloud while reading your blog. I also learn a lot.
Sanjoy Das
There are people like david everywhere, like it says in a song somewhere, every person is an open door to another world. Whats more important, therefore, is the ability to walk through those doors, look around, take a couple of selfies, love and respect them. You have that ability Karen.
Emie
I am so elated to be reading such a sweet story. I think it's just what I needed to lift my spirits. You are so right about giving the gift to someone of allowing them to feel needed. What scares me? Feeling redundant. My mom who is 93 thinks being independent means doing everything yourself when actually it means knowing when to ask for help and accepting that said help. A quote I've used with my mom.... "Allowing Others To Help Us Is Giving Them The Gift Of Giving". It's so cute that Betty was giggling on the phone... what I'd give for my mom to laugh or giggle. I haven't heard that from her in many years. Thank you for sharing.
Jenny W
Damn Lady!! That made me cry at 6am!!
I love your stories and now I I think I have a crush on a 92 year old Gentleman.
Trump's out, :D and there are kind thoughtful men offering to split wood for strangers.
The world is back on track. the Reset worked!! <3
IrmaVM
Amen!
Denise
Absolutely!!
Sande
dear Karen, thank you for writing your blog. The Art of Doing Stuff is an important part of many people's lives; some of us for years & years & more years. We are grateful for all you (and your community of readers) share with us. We need you!
Karen
:) Thanks Sande!! ~ karen
Rakel
Such a lovely story, Karen. I live way out west in little Turner Valley, Alberta. Where neighbors and unknowns shovel my driveway. Used to live in a somewhat small town in Quebec wth a never ending supply of maple to burn in our fireplace. No one ever offered to clear our driveway. I
Tina
I’m kinda disappointed, I was hoping David would be your new paramour. Screw the age difference, he’s certainly got game if he can split and stack all that wood. Hell, send him down here to Boston. He’s got 25 years on me but sounds like he’s in better shape!
Annie
Long time lurker here. I love your blog. You ALWAYS make me laugh! I am in such a FANTASTIC MOOD TODAY!!! Joe Biden just won the Presidency today and I AM EXTATIC!! This post just made my day even BETTER!! Thank You! I will now sleep well tonight!
Linda Russell
ecstatic
Annie
Sorry, I was caught up in the moment!
Melody Kaye Wright
😁 Watch out for those moments. They'll get you every time.
Jan in Waterdown
Hmmm.... I think Annie’s version is more fun and authentic even if it was a “mistake”. This Canadian is sooo happy for your country!
Rory
I'm happy, too, Annie. And happy for our country!
Lisa
Glad you corrected that - I was about to myself!
If one is going to gloat, one should at least make sure they spell it correctly!
Catherine
I’ve been crying all day. This made me cry again. I love David. Lucky you.
L
Omg. David is the same age as my father (who is cross between Alan Alda and Cary Grant, still fells his own trees and is also addicted to splitting and stacking wood.) My dad is still happily married to my mom, so your mom is out of luck on that option. But OMG, having you as a sibling would pretty much be my dream! Then again, you would grow to hate me in the long run because I actually painted a faux brick finish on a wall last week - which is exactly the opposite of what you did to your real brick wall a few posts back. But I digress.
PLEASE introduce your mom to David. They can wear masks and meet thru a window. This is the stuff of which Nancy Meyers movies are made.
Karen
You're right! It's a total Nancy Meyers film, lol. ~ karen!
Mindy
I love this story. BUT, the entire time I was trying to figure out how you go through seven cords of wood in one season! Our only heat is wood. We burn non-stop from October until spring. Two and a half cords is the max. Do you need a woodstove in your life?
Karen
You're talking in bush cords, I'm talking in face cords. :) It's about the same amount. ~ karen!
LS Nelson
Okay now! THAT needs an explanation that wasn't offered for all us people down south. Bush, face? Sure I could look it up, but I'd rather read your def than some dry mathematical thing.
Also, why were you surprised when David said he was 92? How old did you suspect he was? And when can you post a photo? Think he'd agree to that? He shouldn't be too hard to find knowing he lives in the 'board and batten' house in the direction he pointed, or nodded his head.
Rory
I was just about to ask whether they were face cords or bush cords (ha. only reason I know that is from your previous post on how to stack wood).
I think you should introduce your mother to david. He sounds like he'd keep her on her toes.
Kunyi
Phew. I couldn't figure out how you burned through 7 cords of wood- let alone moved and stacked 4 cords in one day and were alive to do more or less the same the next. However, I was willing to believe that you did it. Even knowing what a full cord of wood (or five) is like to stack I believed you could do it. Just goes to show how super-human we know you are.
Karen
LOL. Well then you have more faith in my abilities than I do. ~ karen!
Robert
Ok, my first thought when I saw the e-mail was " is Karen introducing us to her new beau?!"
still, a lovely post
Karen
LOL. NO. Well actually, maybe I am? 🤣 ~ karen!
Nicole Sparks
This made me smile so much, and I hope you'll go find David's house to invite him over to chop wood.
ecoteri
I am so glad you told us about David, Karen. Because, well, I needed to hear a story that was simply a story. and that you figured out that we all need to know we are needed. good take-away. Going to bring in some firewood for tomorrow, I think, there was frost on the field here on Vancouver Island this morning. Brrr.