Doris Day As Bengay™

We cut and split wood for much of yesterday.  Needless to say, it took its toll on us.  Betty is always game, slinging the sledge splitting and stacking, still an Amazon.  Afterward, we sat in the house, still as warriors after the war, absorbed into our chairs moaning like old trees in a high wind.  We were a sight.  Fair Haven is fairly isolated and no river traffic to speak of.  We eventually got cleaned up, put on our pajamas and sat on the dock listening to Doris Day Christmas album.  We laughed at each other in our pj’s before dark but both agreed we weren’t old, just goofy.  The river rolled along and with it took more of our aches, a load Doris had already begun to carry off.