This afternoon I absolutely HAD to go to Walgreens for something for back pain. It was SO bad. On the way out I saw this at the entrance of our neighborhood.
I sent a quick message to Paul asking him if he wanted me to ask for
the wood when I came back through. He said yes. Amazingly, by the time I
got back into the neighborhood, they had that long piece down to about a
4-foot-high stump and were carting the pieces to a large truck that
would haul them off. Looonnnnng red light. Then I shot around and
hollered, "Hey. My husband wants to know if he can have that wood!"
These very happy men said, "Where is he?" and I said, "Doesn't matter. I
have the truck." So they delightedly loaded almost all of it into my
pickup, telling me this was SO much easier than lifting it (3 or 4 feet higher) into the other truck. So now my truck is in the driveway with all this luscious wood
(Mesquite? Oak. Not positive.) for Paul to turn into something