I've Got Wood

I've got more wood that I know what to do with. My parents had 10 cubic meters of wood that needed to be
1) cut into smaller pieces. So, I had to call on a couple of guys and a dude with a circular saw and between the 4 of us we took care of business in about 2 hours, 3 with the breaks.
2) all the cut up wood had to be chopped up on even smaller pieces with an axe and hauled behind the house. This took two days and I had another 3 people helping.
3) clean up the street and cover the newly chopped fire wood. This was the easy part.
I have never worked so hard in my entire life. Yesterday when we finished putting it all back behind the house, I was absolutely exhausted. It's a small miracle my body is not really all that sore. To top it all off, the last two hours rained and I was soaking wet, as was my nephew who, God bless him, was helping me out. I don't think that he new what he was getting into when he said yes. To be truthful, neither did I, the difference is I had no choice. I thought, maybe an hour or two, max. It just goes to show you how little I know about manual labor. One thing I loved was chopping wood. It's a great work out and there is a very distinct satisfaction when you split a piece of wood in two with one strike. It is so cool! It's all put away now and behind me and I'm proud of it because it did take a lot of work and I came through.
Dad is doing better still, though we had a bit of a set back. He is now walking around the yard, with my, or mom's help. The other day he wanted to see if we were putting the wood in a satisfactory manner and ventured out on his own. I was in the house when I heard him scream my name repeatedly at the top of his lungs. I bolted out and found him on the ground. He'd lost his balance and fell in a small space between a landing and the yard, it's hard to describe but it's about 4 feet wide and 3 deep. His ass was in the hole and he was holding himself with his legs on one edge and head on the other. He'd become a human bridge for the small gap. There was blood on the cement where he'd hit his head and he was really scared, as was I. I picked him up and took him to his room. Luckily, the head wound was only a scratch and I cleaned it up. He has a couple more scratches on his arm and his right knee hurts, but overall, he is fine. Scared the bejeezus out of me. He has now promised to stay put and only go down in the yard if my mom, or I are there to escort him.
I've been staying here in Podgumer for like 4 days in a row and find myself missing the city. I'm off to Sofia tonight and will be there tomorrow as well. I've been going to the dentist for some work, as you all already know. I love being here, away from the urban cacophony, but I must admit, I miss it. I was so tired of bartending and working at night with deafening music popping my eardrums every night that when I came here I thought, this is it. It's quiet and there are no people at all. It's heaven. Now however, I feel that this is a great place to come and decompress from all the madness in the city for some period of time, or you can come and retire here happily, but I'm still too young and too full of life and desire to be around other people to live here. My ass belongs in the city, still.