The family. We are a strange little band of characters trudging through life, sharing diseases and toothpaste, coveting one another's desserts, hiding shampoo, borrowing money, locking each other out of our rooms, inflicting pain and kissing to heal it in the same instant, loving, laughing, defending, and trying to figure out the common thread that binds us all together.

- Erma Bombeck

Monday, January 24, 2011

Wood Stacking, The Other Pilates


G'Pa had a guy drop a bunch of juniper in the driveway this week. But J is in LA and it might rain. So I stacked it up in the wood shed. But these weren't your average size logs...they were at least 24 inches in diameter and 24 inches long. Most of the logs were right on the edge of my ability to lift...but I did it.


At one point, I thought about how smart it was to do this...I knew that I could physically lift the logs, but I wondered what I might permanently injure as I did it. So far, no injuries.
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