Hey, did you know if you see an ad for a “face cord” of wood, like this one…
…and let the seller know you’d like to purchase “a cord of wood,” then what you are going to get is three face cords of wood, i.e., three cages full? If so, hats off to ya, ’cause I sure as hell didn’t.
Oh, and sticker shock when you hand him a $100 bill and he says, “That’s a great downpayment, but I’ll need the other $200 to go along with it.” (Okay, maybe he doesn’t physically speak these words, but you know he’s thinking them!).
It’s all a very convoluted process and far too mathy for me. No wonder I errored in my ways! And we can’t even blame the metric system like I was hoping for.
Funny how one missing word can really throw you for a loop. That’s two face-related misunderstandings in a week. (I’m still mad at you, Zuck.)
Did I tell the wood delivery guy I was only expecting 1/3 of what he had just dumped in my backyard? Of course not. I had to play it cool, folks (though my next move, excusing myself for a second to go fetch the rest of the money from inside, doesn’t exactly scream cool, does it?).
Like it or not, we suddenly had one expensive pile of wood on our lawn. Which meant I was suddenly looking at a very busy and muscle-achey afternoon moving and stacking it. But nose to the grindstone, I got ‘er done. And Tara was busy painting the kitchen, so I really couldn’t complain (not out loud, anyway).
That wood is two rows deep, by the way.
All I know is, it better be a damn cold winter. Much as we love our wood stove, the odds of us getting through a full cord of wood are slim to none, but I at least want to put a decent dent into those piles. Otherwise, we’ll have enough firewood to last us until roughly 2036.
Mark My Words 
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