You may recall that for Christmas last year, I purchased a chainsaw for my beloved. Being a careful, intelligent guy, he did not run right out and start using it. No, he took several online classes on chainsaw use and safety, and over the next few months purchased a helmet, steel-toe boots, ear protection and chainsaw blade-snagging chaps. We already had safety glasses. Friday he decided it was time to at long last break out the chainsaw, to cut some of the wood that's been drying into logs small enough to actually fit in the fireplace. We still need to have the fireplace switched over from gas to wood-burning, but that will be for when we have some spare cash burning a hole in our collective pockets. For now, we're just getting the wood ready. There is a lot more to prep, but hauling and cutting as much as he did was pretty exhausting, so the rest will have to get done at a later date. I am not a huge fan of the gasoline fumes from the chainsaw, but I can cope, and Nick says it's not as noisy as he was afraid it would be, so that's helpful. He is wearing earplugs in the photo because the larger ear protectors he bought himself don't fit under the helmet. So I get to wear them - which is hilarious because on their smallest setting they are just a smidgen too big for me. Which means I get to tease my husband about the size of his head...but not too much teasing, since he is wielding a chainsaw, after all.
Next up, he'll be wearing flannel and growing a beard....or not.
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