Stacked!

Above is the wood I stacked yesterday. Some of the big ones are almost twenty inches in diameter. It’s green wood—wet and heavy and I’m seventy-one. My back made noises every time I lifted a piece and I could only take one or two pieces at a time in the wheelbarrow. At some point, I will have to split it; I assume that’s easier done when it’s dry.

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My new red leather recliner is a huge hit with Fred. He likes napping beside me. I’m thrilled, of course, that I can compete for his affection with the fire.

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Friday dawned wintery cool and dark. It was hard to get enthused about hauling wood. Doing yard work is tiring, but I enjoy doing it; I love being outdoors and how nice the yard looks when I’m done. Come Springtime, when the velvet moss grows, my yard will be a carpeted wonderland.

My last home was in a condo tower without a balcony, so having a private park right outside my backdoor is truly a wonder. And I’m glad I built my fence; it gives me a valued sense of privacy.

I went for a dog-walk with Judith at my side—sadly, I noticed no Spring smells for her—then it was back to stacking the bucked wood. And bonus: As I worked the day got progressively nicer until, at noon, there was not a cloud in the sky. The afternoon was glorious.

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Five Attorneys General calling for the RCMP to investigate the Lavalin affair. They’re all likely Conservative appointees, but they’re putting Mr. Trudeau’s feet to the fire in the media and court of public opinion. What the Hell is going to happen to Jody Wilson-Raybould for bringing such scrutiny to the actions of her party?

Is she a hero or a traitor? Is she motivated by impeccable integrity or political opportunity? It’s astounding to watch this scandal evolve during times when those in power believe more in the management of information than in it’s unfettered provision.

I suspect what happened with the Liberals happens all the time in governments across the land. I don’t think of politicians as pillars of integrity. 

This mess must be more complicated that just about Lavalin. There must be personal animosity between Mr. Trudeau and Ms. Wilson-Raybould at the heart of this fiasco; they’re both ambitious individuals. It’s a high-stakes game they’re playing; there’s going to be a winner and a loser.

The farce is hearing politicians calling for “the truth.” What they truly want is power—they want to gain it and see their ideological opponents lose it.

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The sky is full of stars as I write this early morning. It looks like we’re in for a beauty day so we’ll start with a walk and then I’ll level and align the vegetable raised beds and line them with plastic. I need seventeen cubic yards of soil to fill them; I hope to order it today. I suspect its going to be mighty expensive.