Getting ready to stay warm

Last year, after spending thousands of dollars on a heat pump, which, thanks mainly to me choosing the wrong position for it, turned out to be a curse, not a blessing, I cursed myself for spending all that money when it could have gone towards a fabulous vacation. 

In theory, said heat pump should replace the woodstove and ultimately pay for itself, although god knows how long that’s supposed to take. The woodshed was practically empty last October, which, in theory, was supposed to be fine – except what happens if there is (as there always is in the winter) a power failure? Or, as some friends warned, it got really, really cold (which it now does every winter, even here in the temperate rainforest)? I needed to get some wood, which I did from the only supplier who would deliver just one cord. I have to say it was a very generous cord. I was extremely glad I did.

So, with summer coming to a close, I decided I’d better do something about filling up the woodshed. And I decided I should get two cords, just in case. It may turn out that one cord will once again do the job of supplementing the annoying heat pump, but I want to be sure. If that’s really all I need for a winter now, fine. I won’t have to buy any next year. (And, if I do only need one cord now, rather than two, I’ve just worked out roughly how long it will take for the heat pump to pay for itself. I’ll be in my eighties. If I live that long. Grr.)

Delivered yesterday.

Now I just need some manly men to come over and help me shift it into the shed.

This is usually a piece of cake. (After all, I do bribe them with exactly that – a large piece of my famous chocolate cake.) Was hoping for today, but everyone is busy, so looking like next Thursday – in shifts. Which is fine, as far as the weather goes. No rain in the forecast all next week. The weather, on the other hand, is not fine, as we do desperately need some rain.

In other news (or lack thereof): No further sightings of the jay. Guess being trapped (or so he thought) in the house freaked him out, so he’s pissed off, instead of summoning all his mates to feast on peanuts. [INSERT SAD FACE] That is sad. I was really hoping for the breakfast show to start up again.