Hick Takes Himself to the Woodshed

What has Hick been up to lately? Aside from being on Val's naughty list? THIS:

Rome wasn't built in a day. But this thing was. Uh huh. That's Hick's latest structure. Not even enough to it to be called a shanty. Or a shack. It will not receive an address in Hick's Shackytown. Nope. It's not Val's longed-for writer's retreat, either.

This one is made for wood. Oh, not wood that one might chop from a tree felled by a storm, in order to provide fuel for a wood stove in a creekside cabin. Nope. This one is for storing wood that Hick brings home to use for building projects.  The steel his company uses to make saw blades comes on such wood. He can bring them home if nobody else wants them (if they do, they have sealed bids). It's cheaper for the company to have somebody carry them away for free than to pay for disposal. Hick usually calls them skids. I call them pallets. But...if we use Hick's nomenclature...perhaps he is starting a SKID Row!

The Pony calls this structure A Redneck Nativity. He had a hand in it. He screwed on the tin on the back wall. And, as he says, "I had to hold it together. And help with the roof."

As you can see, The Woodshed is empty right now. That's because Hick used all of his wood to build The Woodshed! Is that some kind of irony, or what? It's like using hair combs to build a sweet little box for a watch fob. The watch fob that was sold to buy your hair combs!

Looks to me like Hick had himself a supervisor's chair from which to command The Pony. He sent me an email today while I was performing hard physical behind a cart in Walmart:

"My new wood shed made from pallets and scrap tin O cost"

I think he meant ZERO cost. Not a capital O. I sent him back a text.

"Always something! But at least it didn't cost $1700."

To which Hick replied, "Ha ha"

Pretty jolly for a fellow who just built himself a woodshed.