Saturday was trim day on Pentoga Road. The four wheeler is loaded with the necessary tools, the lumber is purchased, the ladder at hand. Let the trim begin.

September 7, 2014 - Sunday

39 degrees/clear/breezy

Pentoga Road

There's not much to write about this morning... unless you want to read blow by blow detail of a guy attempting to trim out a storage shed.

Even when my sight was good, I've never been a whiz at cutting angles. The addition of the power miter saw that Sargie gave me last last Christmas solved a lot of those problems, but didn't help a bit when it came to pounding small nails. I wanted the trim to look nice and tried to avoid using screws. 

All I'll say is that if you looked towards the UP yesterday afternoon, you probably saw a lot of black and blue smoke rising high in the sky. That was my normally pleasant personality going up in smoke. I'm not sure how many times I missed a nail and hit my thumb. 

I finally gave up after getting the door trimmed and used screws around the window. As I keep telling myself, it's only a storage shed attached to the back of a barn, for cryin' out loud. It doesn't have to be perfect. 

So, the day continued, trimming, nailing, and cussing. Late Saturday afternoon was spent sweeping the interior in preparation for moving some of Sargie's boxes from the storage unit she's been renting. It felt good, mighty good. No, darn it, after a summer of building with no small amount of frustration, it felt damned good.

I talked with Mom a few minutes ago. She continues to gain strength and sounded like the Mom of old. She's doing exercises to regain strength and mobility and they are already talking as if she might be going home in the next few days. Mom will continue to receive help at the senior community where she lives, either rehabbing at the care center or with home health care in her apartment. 

Even in the daylight, Saturday's partial moon looked huge.

I went fishing last night with little luck until I made one last cast before heading in. I had a terrific strike and saw it was a giant crappie that finally broke my light line. You might have noticed more black and blue smoke rising in the north. 

Sargie was home late as she had to close the Vision Center. We munched popcorn and watched a bit of television before calling it a day.

I think we're going to borrow Yooper Brother Mark's trailer later this morning and haul the first load of Sargie's possessions to the new shed. It's about an hour's drive each way, so we'll have a nice road trip on this beautiful late summer day. Now if I could only get Sargie to do all the lifting and allow me to simply supervise. Hey, a guy can dream too!

After all, a man's work is never done.

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...

It was chilly in the house this morning, 53 degrees, so I built a fire. It didn't take long for Brutus to snuggle up to the wood stove. He's just a delicate little guy.