Harder Than It Looks

There are too few hours in the day to do all that needs doing it seems, but last evening I was feeling like I should put in an effort to stack some of that firewood we had delivered, oh only 3 months ago. Nothing like getting a chore done early I always say.
Peter had made an admirable start, and one half cord was already neatly stacked. How hard could this be I thought? The theory is simple; stack bits of wood three across and three lengthwise on the ends to make a tower that holds up the bits in the middle. My stack got up to about four feet high, and then one end collapsed. While I was rebuilding that end (and attempting to keep the middle from collapsing any more) the other end collapsed. After 45 minutes of work this is what I had to show for it. Note the nice straight upright Peter stack behind.
I gave up and went to bed feeling pretty much like a Townie out of her element. I mean let's face it, when I was growing up if you wanted the house to be warmer you just turned up the thermostat. On Mondays at school, I would hear stories from other kids about how they had to stack wood all weekend. Now I understand.