Ever since I saw Mr Day's unbelievable woodturnings at the Getaway, I can't split a chunk of firewood without feeling like an artistic vandal.

"What a gorgeous salad bowl Bill could have made of this chunk of spalted maple."

THWUNK!!!!

Working through the guilt really slows me down.

At this rate my family could freeze to death before spring.
After all, we're wimpy Canadians, not tough Marylanders. We believe in turning the heat on, starting about a month ago.

Lucky the woodshed was half full already from last year's mild winter.

Worse yet, he's got me thinking I should get me a lathe.

Just a little one....

Willie-O
Obsessive-R-Me