Comments on: Splitting Firewood http://littlehouseinthesuburbs.com/2010/01/splitting-firewood.html simplicity, creativity, self-sufficiency,...minivans Wed, 23 May 2012 20:49:06 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3.2 By: Mike http://littlehouseinthesuburbs.com/2010/01/splitting-firewood.html/comment-page-1#comment-15800 Mike Tue, 17 Apr 2012 21:41:40 +0000 http://littlehouseinthesuburbs.com/?p=3208#comment-15800 Splitting Firewood can be great exercise, but tough on the back! I switched over to a gas powered log splitter and couldn't be happier. Splitting Firewood can be great exercise, but tough on the back! I switched over to a gas powered log splitter and couldn’t be happier.

]]> By: Susan http://littlehouseinthesuburbs.com/2010/01/splitting-firewood.html/comment-page-1#comment-10732 Susan Fri, 10 Dec 2010 13:37:26 +0000 http://littlehouseinthesuburbs.com/?p=3208#comment-10732 I'm coming to this late, but couldn't resist contributing: I love to split firewood. I started as a kid and continue whenever possible as an adult. It's addictive. It's therapeutic. It's satisfying. One of my favorite "chores." I’m coming to this late, but couldn’t resist contributing: I love to split firewood. I started as a kid and continue whenever possible as an adult. It’s addictive. It’s therapeutic. It’s satisfying. One of my favorite “chores.”

]]> By: Sarah http://littlehouseinthesuburbs.com/2010/01/splitting-firewood.html/comment-page-1#comment-5058 Sarah Mon, 11 Jan 2010 04:52:35 +0000 http://littlehouseinthesuburbs.com/?p=3208#comment-5058 Ha, awesome! Great work on the firewood. Personal anecdote: splitting firewood was how I learned left from right. I was 6 or 7, and I was helping my dad split firewood. Being right-handed, I put the bulk of the strain on my right arm. The next day, when my arm hurt, I asked my dad which arm it was ("That's your right arm, Sarah."), and for the next three days, whenever my arm hurt (which was frequently), I remembered that it was my right arm. Ha, awesome! Great work on the firewood.

Personal anecdote: splitting firewood was how I learned left from right. I was 6 or 7, and I was helping my dad split firewood. Being right-handed, I put the bulk of the strain on my right arm. The next day, when my arm hurt, I asked my dad which arm it was (“That’s your right arm, Sarah.”), and for the next three days, whenever my arm hurt (which was frequently), I remembered that it was my right arm.

]]>