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Comparisons Are Odious, But...

This afternoon I was playing Nanook of Virginia and making comparisons.

Weatherdude cut wood yesterday and today he was using the splitter. I was issued a Very Strong Hint that I might go out and stack wood. Miss E was (finally) working on her latest novel study. January is SF and Fantasy month. Yes, I know. So many possibilities. But what does she choose? A Really Bad Novel. Based on a Disney cartoon, no less. *sigh* I hope that by not pressing the matter, she will someday discover the really good stuff that's all over the house. The Dude and I gave her half a dozen fantasy novels at her reading level for Xmas. She's at least interested in most of them, though "The Tale Of Despereaux" fell flat. I started to read it aloud and she did get interested. It's a great book for reading aloud and I was stunned by how good the narrative is. But I digress.

Miss E began work on her novel study project and I went outside like a dutiful Bollywood wife, having just enjoyed watching "Rab Ne Bana Di Jodi" the night before. Well, not really. Dutiful wives don't grumble to themselves about how it's cold and how this isn't the way they wanted to spend Sunday afternoon and how it was more of an edict than a request and how... But I digress.

The point is that I went out. Since the splitter is loud, it was impossible to hold even a one-sided conversation with The Dude. (The Dude misses working with my Dad who doesn't talk much.) So I had a running conversation with myself instead, an internal monologue. I do that a lot. As I stacked wood I talked about how cold it was. And how I wasn't really dressed to keep warm. And how cold my feet were. And how cold it must be on Mars, where David Levine is. And how much easier it was to stack wood without wearing an EVA suit. I wouldn't want to be stacking wood wearing an EVA suit. I wouldn't be stacking wood wearing an EVA suit because there isn't any wood on Mars. Where David Levine is. And that in a couple of weeks Virginia will warm up, as it typically does, the winters being fairly mild. But Mars, where David Levine is, won't ever warm up. If I were on Mars, I'd be cold the entire time. I'd never feel warm, no matter what I did. But I'll go inside and build a fire in the woodstove and that should warm me up. David Levine won't have a fire tonight. He doesn't have a woodpile either. This part of the woodpile is going to fall over because the pieces are so short. Especially if the cats keep walking on it. David Levine doesn't have a cat on Mars right now. That probably bums him out. It would bum me out. No cats and feeling cold all the time. But I'm still filled with envy. Even if I don't have to wear an EVA suit to stack wood.

Frog Out

David is posting his reports to lj and they're here on the MDRS site: http://desert.marssociety.org/mdrs/fs09/ Click on Crew 88.


( 11 comments — Leave a comment )
Jan. 11th, 2010 03:08 am (UTC)
I had thought about applying for that Mars project a few years ago, when I was working on my Mars novel.
Jan. 11th, 2010 10:20 am (UTC)
You still should!
Jan. 11th, 2010 08:18 pm (UTC)
We had a hydraulic splitter when I was a kid. Worked like a dream. Is your splitter hydraulic?

We used to pass wood though the family room window until Dad noticed that we were smashing the heck out of the window frame. Then we had haul it in a 60 foot U through the garage, into the house and then though to the fireplace. Bark everywhere.
Jan. 11th, 2010 10:49 pm (UTC)
Hydraulic! That was what we bought last October. He's happy. He's not as young as when we moved here and it was banging the heck out of his elbow to use the maul. Not to mention it takes a lot more time.

See? I'd take a few dents over bark everywhere!
Jan. 11th, 2010 11:33 pm (UTC)
I'd love to see a photo of the splitter, if you get the chance. Just for nostalgia's sake.
Jan. 15th, 2010 06:12 pm (UTC)
The Dude is going away this weekend, but hopefully we will have the splitter out again next weekend and I'll get a photo. Otherwise it's under wraps in the boring, dark, barn.
Jan. 11th, 2010 09:00 pm (UTC)
"This afternoon I was playing Nanook of Virginia and making comparisons. "

I pictured you in a giant parka, with the fur wreath around your face, muttering to yourself in a monotone that occasionally rises in volume as a log slams into the wood pile. After I stopped chuckling, I thought Nanook of Virginia might make an interesting bit-character in a comic strip.


Then again, maybe not.
Jan. 11th, 2010 10:48 pm (UTC)
Close! Big down vest over padded flannel shirt wrapped with a big old head scarf. The muttering you got spot on.
Jan. 12th, 2010 01:07 am (UTC)
I think you could totally make the internal monologue work as a prose poem.
Jan. 15th, 2010 06:11 pm (UTC)
I like that idea. I'm a free-verser by nature. I can't write in meter and rhyme for anything!
Jan. 18th, 2010 04:46 pm (UTC)
Thanks for the laugh. I've been following David Levine's Mars adventure avidly and your interior monologue is *definitely* the cherry on the cupcake. No cats or trees or cozy fires on Mars, nope. There goes my desire to ever visit Mars.
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