The man I talked with said half a truck load is the smallest amount you can buy, I said ,"sure, that sounds great." I assumed that meant he would bring a pick-up truck and stack the wood for me wherever I wanted it... (I don't have much experience with wood burning stoves. We had one growing up, but the most I did was hand my dad logs as he neatly stacked it in the garage. I remember him poking the fire with metal tongs and crumbling newspaper, but that's about it.)
Anyway, a HUGE dump truck backed into our driveway and tilted and proceeded to dump a very large amount of wood. Then I paid him and he sped away. I wasn't sure what to do next.
Previously I was hoping to grab a nap before Cohen woke up. Since it had been raining off and on all day I figured that wood needed to get in our garage under cover quickly. Of course Jared wasn't home from work until 8 pm so I did what any good woman would do, I took a nap... just kidding:) After chuckling to myself and staring at the wood for a minute, I realized I better get stacking. Now I do remember my dad wearing work gloves as he stacked wood. I started looking around to see if the furnished house where we live had any. The only thing I could find was one latex glove. It didn't seem like that would help much but I figured that was better than nothing.
An hour, a couple of splinters, and wood dust in the eyes later, you can see what I accomplished. I was proud and as I was putting the last logs in, it started to rain.