The Big House, built ten years ago by the previous owners of the fair land now known as Eegeebeegee, the capital of the Tallahatchie Free State, has several shortcomings. Chief among these is the lack of an integral heat production system with combination combustion chamber and carbon effluent elimination tower.
For the typical 'Bama and LSU fans who refer to the fifth grade as "my senior year," the Big House ain't got no fireplace and chimney.
Oh, it has an alcove in which a set of gas-fired faux logs sit quite unsatisfyingly. But, c'mon, the Colonel ain't no sissy. He's gonna burn real logs or nuthin'. Besides, natural gas has not been discovered on his vast holdings, yet.
Wood, on the other hand, is in great abundance.
For the 'Bama and LSU grads whose lack of education misleads them to believe that wood comes from Walmart, the Colonel has a lot of trees. Wood comes from trees. Multiple weekly visits to Walmart results in mental atrophy.
No, LSU fans, the Colonel didn't just say you can find a trophy for your football team at Walmart. You gotta find the fifty yard line, first.
The Colonel has researched several options for installation of a wood-burning furnace, all of which have failed to receive approval of the final arbiter in all matters regarding additions and renovations to the Big House -- the comely and kind-hearted Miss Brenda.
For some reason, she has a problem with the Colonel wielding a sledge hammer in close proximity to her nest. It's as if she has some sort of knowledge of some sort of disaster that may or may not have occurred the last time the Colonel wielded a sledge hammer in close proximity to her nest.
There is no photographic proof.
The Colonel's Lady did, however, give preliminary planning approval to the Colonel's concept of construction for the walling-in of the already roofed and wired back porch. The Colonel's plans currently call for installation of a wood-burning stove in the new space. The Colonel has been in the planning stages of this project for roughly twenty-seven and one-half months.
Many of the thousands of you who regularly imbibe of the literary libations ladled out in posts hereon may indeed be wondering at this particular project's planning paralysis.
The Colonel would have you know that what looks like operational procrastination on his part is, in fact, a strategic pause to accumulate resources.
If you really have nothing better to do with your time and have persevered to this point in the present post, you will remember that previous paragraphs pointed out that there is no paucity of pine on the Colonel's place.
Four years ago, in a rare moment of exceptional mental clarity occasioned by the random accumulation of several of the few remaining synaptic connections within the grey goo congealed in a forgotten corner of his cranial cavity, the Colonel realized that, with the abundance of timber aboard his vast holdings, a sawmill would serve to obviate the need for multiple monthly economic stimulus trips to the local lumber yard to acquire materials for his building projects. The Colonel's sawmill, Semper Filet, star of the YouTube viral sensation of the same name, has since produced prodigious amounts of both lumber and sawdust from timber harvested aboard his vast holdings.
The Colonel intends to build the addition to the Big House using only timber -- pine for stud walls, cedar for outside lap siding, and cypress for inside panelling -- harvested and converted to lumber aboard Eegeebeegee. The Colonel has calculated (without removing his footwear) that the lumber needed for framing the stud walls of the new addition to the Big House will necessitate the harvest of approximately six pines -- the last of which was felled yesterday in an egregious violation of Tallahatchie Free State blue laws.
The lumber produced from the first five of the six pines is currently drying in the Colonel's Man Toy Storage and Sawdust Production Facility adjacent to the Big House.
The Colonel estimates that the lumber should be dry enough for commencement of construction sometime mid-Summer.
Completion is tentatively scheduled for no later than the commencement of the Mayan calendar-calculated civilization collapse and resultant zombie apocalypse.