I'm out of 'junk wood' to make bundles. That is to say, the junk wood I have is still green, and I don't want to sell green wood. So I decided to buy 1/2 cord from some local dealer. One dealer (2 college kids) sells mixed wood, $90/face cord, so I decided to do it. It's a bit expensive for around here, but I can still make a bit of money on the bundles and I don't want to lose my 2 bundle customers to someone else.
So I grab a son and hop in the dump truck. Gas guage is on empty. Strange, just filled it up. Stop for gas and the gas cap is missing. OK, now I know where my gas went. Dang theives. Hopefully the cap is back where I was parked. But this truck has two tanks, and I don't use the other, so I filled up and switched caps. No problem. Starts to rain very lightly.
Get to the dealer and a kid comes out and shows me the wood. We talk and I decide to take 2 face cords for $150. Much better deal. We start to load when his dad comes up on a tractor, yelling at the kid. They yell at each other for a while, and the dad is swearing. I don't like for my own kids to hear that kind of thing, but we can't really escape it. They yell at each other for a while and we just stand there, looking at each other, waiting for it to end.
Finally the kid says we have to go back behind the barn to get the wood. So we unload what we had loaded, and we hop in the truck. Rather than go back to the barn I just head home. Sent the kid a text, telling him I was sorry.
Pull up at a red light and the truck dies - completely. I get out, wave the cars around me and open the hood. Battery cable not attached, bolt nowhere to be found. So I try mashing in a brass bullet casing (empty, had a small bucket of them from our last shooting trip), but that doesn't work very well. Somebody stops and just happens to have a battery bolt! It's a bit short and can't hold both cables, so we attach one and tape the other one. That gets me to the auto parts store and I get a new bolt.
The kid even happened to stop by and he apologized for his dad. I felt like going back and getting some wood after all, but it wasn't all that seasoned, and if the other stuff was still piled up, then it would be even greener. Besides, it was raining harder and I was already wet from working on the truck.
Kid texted back just a bit ago, asking if I got back all right and how bad he felt about my truck breaking down.
Seems like a good kid.
Gas cap is nowhere to be seen in my parking area.
So that was my afternoon. How's yours?
So I grab a son and hop in the dump truck. Gas guage is on empty. Strange, just filled it up. Stop for gas and the gas cap is missing. OK, now I know where my gas went. Dang theives. Hopefully the cap is back where I was parked. But this truck has two tanks, and I don't use the other, so I filled up and switched caps. No problem. Starts to rain very lightly.
Get to the dealer and a kid comes out and shows me the wood. We talk and I decide to take 2 face cords for $150. Much better deal. We start to load when his dad comes up on a tractor, yelling at the kid. They yell at each other for a while, and the dad is swearing. I don't like for my own kids to hear that kind of thing, but we can't really escape it. They yell at each other for a while and we just stand there, looking at each other, waiting for it to end.
Finally the kid says we have to go back behind the barn to get the wood. So we unload what we had loaded, and we hop in the truck. Rather than go back to the barn I just head home. Sent the kid a text, telling him I was sorry.
Pull up at a red light and the truck dies - completely. I get out, wave the cars around me and open the hood. Battery cable not attached, bolt nowhere to be found. So I try mashing in a brass bullet casing (empty, had a small bucket of them from our last shooting trip), but that doesn't work very well. Somebody stops and just happens to have a battery bolt! It's a bit short and can't hold both cables, so we attach one and tape the other one. That gets me to the auto parts store and I get a new bolt.
The kid even happened to stop by and he apologized for his dad. I felt like going back and getting some wood after all, but it wasn't all that seasoned, and if the other stuff was still piled up, then it would be even greener. Besides, it was raining harder and I was already wet from working on the truck.
Kid texted back just a bit ago, asking if I got back all right and how bad he felt about my truck breaking down.
Seems like a good kid.
Gas cap is nowhere to be seen in my parking area.
So that was my afternoon. How's yours?
