1300

Thirteen hundred pounds of blacksmithing coal, shoveled, bagged, loaded, unloaded, and stored.

Just in time too.

Sunday night we got down to the last five or ten pounds of coal, and that wasn't gonna get us through Monday night's class. "Ah, that's ok," I thought, "I can pop down to Williams Coal and Oil and get more during the day on Monday."

Then it hit me like the math test at the end of a bad dream: Monday is Patriot's Day. Places are gonna be closed.

I immediately started to think of where I might find coal on a holiday Monday. I toyed with stealing some from Doug while he was running in the marathon. It's not like he's gonna be using it any time soon, but messing with his stuff the day before the insurance adjuster comes by seemed a bad idea.

Williams was open but they had no bagged blacksmith coal, so it was off to the smithy to gather up containers and re-learn the millers' knot, then down to Braintree (passing under the marathon runners). I got the truck weighed, bagged coal, loaded up, weighed in again, paid the difference, and headed home.