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The Leavenworth Times - Leavenworth, KS
  • Down Home: I am going to throw another log onto the fire

  • I'm still recovering from a marathon log-splitting event last weekend. Even though it didn't involve an ax, my back and neck are paying the price of a day's worth of splitting a winter's worth of logs.
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  • I'm still recovering from a marathon log-splitting event last weekend. Even though it didn't involve an ax, my back and neck are paying the price of a day's worth of splitting a winter's worth of logs.
    I don't believe in reincarnation, but if I did, my boyfriend could easily convince me he's Daniel Boone or a man from the days when the key to survival was living off the land and relying on yourself instead of technology. His determination and passion to work hard, whether in running his business or maintaining 10 acres of land, is what I fall in love with each and every day. If ever I had to choose one person to be stranded with, it would be him, and not just because he's the love of my life.
    No matter what kind of project we're working on, I love watching him calculate, analyze and sum up the best and most efficient way to complete the task at hand. Never in my life have I trusted another person's instincts so much that I don't have to insist on doing it my own way.
    There have been times, although, I've made such a fuss he's handed the reins over, and typically it ends with him secretly thinking "I told you so" while I deal with the consequences. The garden, which was the size of a baseball field, comes to mind.
    I vividly remember one hot July afternoon, after picking three rows of green beans, I realized he had only agreed to my plan in order to make a statement. Since I had never had a garden before, he knew I'd have to experience it to know you should only grow what you can eat and share.
    Throughout the years I've broken appliances and power tools, wrecked the tractor, bent rims on tires and jackknifed the trailer, and nearly every time it was the result of my being stubborn. At some point you would think I would learn when the guy says it can't be done, it really can't, and even though I think I don't need instructions more than once, I really do.
    You can imagine my delight when he said I would be in charge of the controls on the log splitter. I had never seen a splitter, so I was envisioning some mammoth set of blades and couldn't believe he trusted me not to chop off his fingers. It didn't have blades, thank goodness, although the force of the spiked block against the logs could do some real damage if a hand were to get caught in there. We worked all day, as he fed logs and I maneuvered the controls.
    When we finally split the last log, he checked out his hands and said it was a good day since I had only ripped the skin off of one of his fingers. Later, as he threw another log onto the fire, I thought, he may not be Daniel Boone, but I feel safer on his watch than at any other time.
    Page 2 of 2 - Our next project involves a chain saw and he's already announced I won't be at the controls. I'm afraid his instincts are absolutely correct on this one.
    Sandy Turner lives in the Kansas City area and writes this column for GateHouse Media.

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