03-30-2016, 04:09 AM
quote:
Originally posted by Rob Tucker
One thing I keep running into when looking at some chores on the farm or house:
That's why God created strong young men.
I come from a pretty long line of tough old coots. My grandfather had his first heart attack in his 80's out in the bush hauling fire wood for the winter (his house at the time went through 12 cords a winter up in the Caribou region of BC). He was bucking logs up into cord wood (4 foot lengths), picking them up and hauling them onto the back of his trailer at the time. My great grandmother was a big strong Icelandic woman who could break your ribs with a hug in her 90's. Her husband died after the birth of their 13th child and she raised them all during the depression on a farm outside Vancouver, working at a fish packing plant while running the farm.
I'm pretty sure I'll be doing my own chores for a long time to come, partly due to heritage, partly due to being cheap. I still find it perversely satisfying to split 2 foot knotty rounds of firewood up with a splitting maul.
Unfortunately, there are some signs of aging happening. After over 50 years, my eyes finally need glasses (and I have a slow developing form of macular degeneration, so I guess everything will eventually fade to black). Plantar fasciitis. Blood pressure medication (pretty sure I'll be able to get off that after I retire to Puna!) Here's hoping everything holds together long enough for me to enjoy my dreams of paddle boarding waves at Pohoiki (working on my skills in Tofino in the mean time), long boarding (the wheeled kine) and hikes in the Ohi'a forests. 2-4 years left on my sentence.
Just call me Mike
Me ka ha`aha`a,
Mike
Mike