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wooden origami
Tuesday, November 30 2010
Rain was in the forecast, and that was part of what motivated my firewood salvaging operation. The fact that the rain was predicted to be coming this afternoon sent me down the Stick Trail first thing this morning with the firewood cart so I could begin the process of bringing it home. Because of the length of the haul, I slightly under-loaded the cart, but that didn't prove to be a necessity; it was all downhill to the Chamomile, and from that point onward I was on familiar terrain. It turns out that salvaging wood from the vicinity of the Stick Trail (even from locations fairly far down it) is far easier than the salvaging operations I'd done recently that involved carrying pieces of wood piece-by-piece up a set of stone steps. I managed to haul back two loads today, and I also carried it up to the woodshed, split it into stove-sized pieces, and stored it away. Rain was beginning to spit down on me near the end there, around the time I transitioned to sawing up a bunch of kindling mostly resulting from the anti-evergreen jihad of a few days ago.
Meanwhile the yard maintenance crew for our fussy across-the-road neighbors had come for their final gig of the season, a job that involved leaf blowers that could clearly be heard from the place down the Stick Trail where I was gathering the firewood in my cart. I don't really understand why people rake their leaves; my only interest in leaves is their functionality as the carbon component for my urine-gathering bucket (to keep the resulting soup from having a terrible N-to-C ratio).
Later in the afternoon I made a simple wooden shelving unit to fit in a massive space beneath our kitchen island. This is the place where we store plastic containers and cookie sheets. Without shelves, the space had been used very inefficiently. My shelving unit ended up being a little too beautiful to hide away unseen in that space; it was shaped like an flat-topped lower-case "m" but had supporting triangles to keep it from going out of square, and these made the whole thing look like wooden origami. I might have to consult this design later if I ever decide to start making retro-modern (note the lack of the prefix "post") furniture.
Down in the greenhouse, afternoon rains had put the building in its usual floodstage, though this became increasingly difficult to see as the evening wore on and I screwed down more and more planks of the floor covering the part subject to flooding.
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