WAFFLES: So Boss, just how much firewood did we get?
KATIE: A cord.
WAFFLES: A cord? You mean like ribbon and rope and stuff? We're not supposed to have any ribbon and rope, you know.
KATIE: No, Waffles. A cord is a measurement for wood. It's 8 feet wide by 4 feet deep by 4 feet tall. It's the equivalent of 128 cubic feet.
Sunday at the Splitter
Glogirly had grand plans of taking some beauty photos of Katie & Waffles, but at the last minute she heard from a canyon neighbor she was buying firewood from that he was ready to bring everything over to the house. Would you believe he drove it all the way from Minneapolis, Kansas to Colorado? We didn't even know there was a Minneapolis in Kansas!
That's our driveway where the nice woodman is splitting all the logs. He and Glogirly stacked up everything around the corner of the garage for easy access this winter. That gunk on her face is sawdust and dirt. Not exactly the beauty regimen she had planned for.
It's aged hardwood. All oak. And from what we hear it burns clean and long. It better, considering how incredibly heavy it is. Nearly 4,000 pounds.
No wonder Glogirly took 3 Advil and went to bed before the sun even set. She better set her alarm so she doesn't miss the eclipse!
Oh, and see that little fish on the split wood? Our woodman bought his splitter from a guy that had a Jesus fish symbol attached to the inside of it so every time you split a log, it embosses the little fish into the end of the wood. Guess we'll be having a lot holy fires this winter!
Maybe we can get him a cat symbol for next year.