“Recovery time” between “exercise sessions” (cutting up and moving “wood waste”) is taking longer than I like, but I’m still enjoying both the activity and even the muscle aches and pains.
It’s the little things, ya know? 🙂
There’s Another Lesson That Can Be Drawn From This
Well, at least one two more on top of, “Shoe, meet other foot. And how can Progressives complain? These are just undocumented firearms in search of a better life.”1
Gun sanctuary movement explodes as background checks near record high
- Do not own guns that must be registered. Either make your own or purchase in a lawful private transaction.
- Live in a firearms-friendly locale.
- Practice good infosec/persec.
It’s just common sense, nowadays.
Finally, an Exercise Program I Can Stick With
(Because I HAVE to? *heh*)
Oh, the joys of work. . . even if the pay is only the goal of satisfaction in doing a job well, to completion.
I have difficulty sticking to an exercise program, because such things are BORING. Nevertheless, I seem to have found an exercise program that I can really stick with for at least the next few months: cleaning up this mess and processing all the “waste” into useful things. Of course, at my age, and in my condition, I can only manage one to one-and-a-half hours at a time (with appropriate rest times between), and even then, only about three sessions a day.
And oh! do my muscles ache! (In a very good way, one with which I am quite pleased, in fact.) Right knee (my problematic ACL knee) started aching early, and I felt the thing start to collapse on me but caught it in time. Swollen. Aplied a knee brace and some OTC pain meds, and was back at it. Feels OK. Still sensitive to side pressure, but the brace really helps, and if I take care to carry things on my LEFT side, I am much more comfortable. Typical lower back pain a bit exacerbated, but I’ve put up with lower back pain and pain in my left hip since I was, oh, about eleven, so that’s pretty easily dealt with.
All-in-all, really having fun out there, and looking forward to the projects I have in store for this wood. Sure, most of it (by far) is sycamore–a very “soft” hardwood–but I believe I can get some fencing out of it, as long as I paint it well, and the little stuff will serve nicely as burn material to use in making charcoal out of the elm, maple, and even walnut trees and trimmings that I plan to also take down. Also have some furniture planned for a few of the uniquely-shaped pieces of sycamore. Gonna be fun there, too.
I Reap No Monetary Reward from the Link Below
But just sayin’, I’d wear this shirt.
Repost from 2007: Who Is He in Yonder Stall?
Benjamin Russell Hanby is probably best known in popular society, if at all, for the great yawner, “Up On the Housetop” (click, click, click…), that merry paean to “Old Saint Nick” often sung at the yuletide.
But Hanby had a deeper side. In fact, he wrote one of the clearest expositions of the life and work of Christ that is available in easily accessible song, “Who Is He in Yonder Stall.”
Who is He in yonder stall
At whose feet the shepherds fall?
Who is He, in deep distress,
Fasting in the wilderness?Refrain:
‘Tis the Lord, O wondrous story!
‘Tis the Lord, the King of glory;
At His feet, we humbly fall,
Crown Him, crown Him Lord of all!Who is He the people bless?
For His words of gentleness?
Who is He to whom they bring?
All the sick and sorrowing?(Refrain)
Who is He that stands and weeps
At the grave where Lazarus sleeps?
Who is He the gathering throng
Greet with loud triumphant song?(Refrain)
Lo, at midnight who is He
Prays in dark Gethsemane?
Who is He on yonder tree
Dies in grief and agony?(Refrain)
Who is He that from the grave
Comes to heal and help and save?
Who is He that from his throne
Rules through all the world alone?Refrain:
‘Tis the Lord, O wondrous story!
‘Tis the Lord, the King of glory;
At His feet, we humbly fall,
Crown Him, crown Him Lord of all!
I prefer hearing this sung as a series of questions posed by various choirs and soloists with the refrain sung once at the end in answer to all the questions posed, but that’s not how Hanby wrote it, so usually when I selected this hymn for use, I’d just have the congregation sing it as Hanby wrote it: one verse (question) and the answer repeated again and again in the refrain.
It’s a simple story, simply told and easily grasped.
‘Tis the Lord, O wondrous story!
‘Tis the Lord, the King of glory;
At His feet, we humbly fall,
Crown Him, crown Him Lord of all!
Sometimes, It’s the Not-So-Little Things
I often find myself hating to read Western novels. Oh, quite often such fare is the best place to find good heroes and bad villains in a struggle of good vs evil, a sort of morality play which, when well done, is not at all a didactic club over the head, and very often a well-told tale all-in-all, except for one thing: most of them feature horses that are treated as though they are machines, and not all that well-maintained machines at that. It seems many Western writers know diddly-squat about horses, having gained all they think they know from Hollyweird Westerns and other poorly-prepared Western writers.
Chaps my gizzard.
Not Exactly Wodehousian, But. . .
So very, VERY NOT my “cuppa tea,” but. . . Holly Bell (pen name) has penned a series of “cozy mysteries” with a “paranormal” bent that is just. . . charming. *heh* I would so very much like to see the Amanda Cadabra books turned into a well-done TV series (perhaps the producers of The Vicar of Dibley or folks with a similar set of sensibilities and talents could do the series justice). Why these stories appeal to me might best be described by saying they very nearly as charmingly frivolous and inconsequential as Wodehouse’s typical stories: just fun, and little else.
IMO, the world needs more wholesome fun.
A Classic Post from 2007
Ifonly more people understood Johnny English, perhaps the West, and particularly the U.S.–who cares about France anymore?–could survive the onslaught of leftists (of darned near all stripe), Muzzies, Greens, Aztlan invaders and other barbarians (see your daily Mass MEdia Podpeople for examples: whatever *cough* “the Mother Ship orbiting Uranus” *cough* has approved for plaudits you can count on being bad for civilization).
But if the message of that marvelous film, Johnny English, were properly grasped, perhaps the End of the West could be averted. I’ll leave you with these priceless gems of wisdom to get you started:
A good agent doesn’t need gadgets. The only gadgets I’ve ever needed are a sharp eye, sensitive hearing and a whole bunch of bigger brains.
As far as I’m concerned, the only thing the French should be allowed to host is an invasion.
All right, so I was wrong about the Archbishop’s bottom.
Give Thanks. . .
To Whom?
“Gratitude” expressed toward an impersonal universe is meaningless. And so with all blessings, whatever their apparent source seems to be. For example, while I am grateful to my Wonder Woman for her love, I also gratefully acknowledge that God its source.
Should the Second Amendment Be Replaced?
Maybeso. . . How about this?
Citizens have the natural, God-given right to self-defense, and thus the natural right to bear arms. No part of the federal government, be it the Legislative, the Executive, or the Judicial branch, may at any time or in any way infringe on the people’s right to bear arms. This includes any weapons that are human-portable, and all equipment and supplies necessary to their function. No exceptions. Period. Any person in any branch of the federal government who in any way, shape, fashion, or form infringes on this right is guilty of treason. Congress may enact any form of capital punishment except old age as the proper punishment for such treason. Non-citizens may only be afforded these protections if they are legal residents of the United States.
Apply the 14th Amendment to that, please.