wack, crack and conquer

the legend of the bouncy stump slayer

I did it.

Success.

Finally.

My shoulders are tired.

The calluses on my hands have declared themselves sovereign nations.

It doesn’t matter.

I fucking did it.

I won.

That is correct fool.

I smashed the shit out of that bouncy stump that I’ve been trying to split for days.

I must have hit that thing five hundred times if I were keeping track.

Tonight I hit it a dozen times. It started cracking. I turned it and kept hitting it.

More hairline cracks formed.

I kept going, now with more vigour.

WACK WACK WACK!

Oh how I loved to wack it and crack it!

And then? Satisfaction. It’s still there where I finally won - sitting in four pieces on the back patio. I can’t wipe the image from my mind.

Seeing process move quickly is so satisfying. But even more satisfying than the image I have in my head of it cracking slowly then finally opening up are the sensations in my hands, back and shoulders.

Lucky for me, I have a number of these big ugly logs to process.

Everyday’s another day to make a mess.

Get choppin’.