How much wood...

On Tuesday afternoon wood that the Archers ordered several weeks ago arrived (it was suppose to come well Dad was here so he could help cut and stack it but such is life in Romania:) so yesterday and today were spent trying to get it off the road where the truck unloaded it and into Frata Saul and Sora Dora's courtyard. Armed with a borrowed chainsaw we went to work. Now picture this, a bright summer morning with the birds singing and the breeze blowing, some one with a chain saw cutting into a pile of freshly felled trees and two people walking with large pieces of wood on their shoulders down the road into a gate and onto a pile, well there wasn't much of a pile as we weren't making much headway with carry every piece by hand:) thankfully a neighbor took pity on us and let us use his wagon and that sped the process up considerably. The wood came on a log truck and because of their length had to be unloaded on the side of the road. The Archers requested smaller trees as they knew that some times when logs were delivered there would be huge monsters sized trees and the guy did a great job of bringing managable size logs which was very good considering the work team they had to work with.


Let me introduce you to the workers...first is Mr Archer, chainsaw operator, next we have Curtiss, log mover, wagon puller and the guy that runs around trying to not let the ladies do to much:) next is me, wagon loader or in other words some one that does as much as she can with out hurting herself and getting into trouble with said guy and wagon pusher, Tabita (Rahela's mother) wagon loader and pusher, wife and mother of seven so doesn't care a hoot what said guy says. And then a few others who came and gave a helping hand (mostly ladies by the way;). It was most interesting and amusing to say the least. Yesterday we got about half of the pile done and then called it a day, after being fed of course and then today we got almost all of the logs moved into the yard when the chainsaw hit some thing so that it wouldn't cut any more so Curtiss left to get a replacement chain and he and Mr Archer are out there now finishing up. I on the other hand am here writing to you all because I am under strict orders, I was told to "take a bath and relax" and "you aren't allowed to do any more work today!" So here I am smelling better and sitting down, though I don't know if it would be considered not working and relaxing:)Now to end the post I will give a detailed account of our wounds... first being one very ______ I'm just kidding even if we did have some bad injuries I know that some of you wouldn't be able to take it;) Actually we didn't have any major injuries, thankfully, the worst one being Curtiss getting his finger in between a log and the side of the wagon, other then that we just have the normal sore muscles, bruises and scratches that come with working with heavy pieces of wood.
(there that wasn't too bad was it?)