Ted’s essays

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Inadequately recovered from my back injury, I am unable to build up my share of the firewood needed to put heat in our workshop this winter. A cold shop is no more useful in a Montana winter than a tool storage unit. Problem! (or three)

A recent deal turning troublesome bull into a full freezer has us with so much ground beef that we need to eat 2.77 one-pound packages every week in order to have it gone while it is still fresh. Nuther Problem!

My neighbor scratches to feed four hungry mouths doing various odd jobs. This time of year he is delivering cord wood he’s been putting up.

This morning I woke up with a happy marriage of those three thoughts.

I had a chat with the neighbor, gave him a couple of samples and will have a pile of cut, split firewood delivered to any location I can point to real soon.