Half a cord is better than none

On the way back from Gardner Hill Forest, Beff 'n' I stopped to order firewood for the winter. We've never had it delivered in bulk in our twelve years here (we ordered it once, but the delivery was a no show)— we get the cute little supermarket packets of it. So we stopped at Marble Hill Farm — where they also seem to grow llamas ...

... which is only two-thirds of a mile from us. It's also where I bought the chicken pot pie we're having for dinner tonight. When I said I wanted half a cord ($175 — last time we bought firewood in bulk was in Spencer, Massachusetts, at $108 a cord), delivered, the immediate response was I hope you don't mind if we deliver it today. So we recaptured our woodstacking chops after the delivery.

Indeed, this is the first time in a year that begins with a 2 that we've bought more than four pieces of firewood at once.

Half a cord is more than you think it will be. I calculated it to be 40 or 50 of the supermarket packettes, thus saving us some dough, and all the gas it takes to go to the supermarket 40 times. The delivery:

... and how it looks, neatly arranged in our garage. We didn't feel it would be right to move that cooler that we're getting rid of.

Meanwhile, we also got a baby chicken pot pie for Beff to bring to Bangor for herself. As well as some local smoked cheddar. We've never had smoked cheddar. Yes, this is a day of new experiences. Soon, and before dinner, perhaps I'll play the clarinet.