When Winter arrives, I love to have several cords of wood ready so I can use our fireplace.
I have a gas furnace to keep the apartment warm, but I care about using the fireplace.
So every fall, I head out into the woods, bring back all the dead plus storm ravaged wood that I can find. I make sure I get as much wood as I can find so I can put it into the woodshed. There is a wood box on the porch, right outside the door. If a snowstorm comes up, I don’t need to walk to the backyard to get wood for the fireplace. Living alone makes it easy, so I don’t need to worry about anyone but myself, but it is hard. I would care about some business, but our teenagers don’t come around. Whenever they do come to visit, it is to try to talk myself and others into coming to live with them. They seem to suppose that all because our wife died, I should leave our home. This was our home for the last several years plus I believe love she is here with me. Maybe someday I will decide I don’t want to live alone any longer. I’ll let them build a spare room into their home, if it makes them believe better. I want a private washroom plus sitting room too. I’ll also tell them I want a small fireplace so I can keep warm. I can’t suppose of any better way to keep our joints from getting stiff plus achy than sitting in front of the fireplace. If they can’t accept that, I’ll just stay where I am.