It is the price I pay for living in the sticks.
Living here has so many benefits, though, so I can do without gifs.
Like, I just spent my entire satruday stacking firewood.
You sure don't get that joyfull experience in the city.
Actually, since my former Neighbour's Daughter, Clara, who used to help me with all kinds of things, has borrowed my truck today to move her furniture to Copenhagen, I spent most of the time thinking back to those happy days when I could pay her to stack my firewood
22 years old now, drop dead gorgeous and able to work like a mule.
A rare combination nowadays.
She has started an apprenticeship to become a furniture maker like Jay.
Be interesting to see where that goes.
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