Due to temperatures dropping into the teens in early June, most of our apple blossoms froze. These survived and we're looking forward to a few fresh apples ripening in the next couple of weeks.

August 12, 2015 - Wednesday

48 degrees/clear/calm winds

Pentoga Road

Unlike the night before last, I slumbered right up until the alarm rang at 7 this morning. I've a sneaking hunch that the diverticulitis occasionally rears its ugly head and that's what's been bothering me the past couple of days. It's said not to eat anything with small seeds. Does that include the wonderfully sweet, delicious, red raspberries that I keep grabbing handfuls of as I walk along the edge of the yard?

Tuesday began with crawling along the basement walls, including venturing into all the dark and damp places where scary things live, those that go BOO in the night. 

I thought I had every nook and cranny sealed, but there have been signs of mice once again. I'm not going through another winter setting and emptying a daily trapline.

Some questionable places were found, one in particular, behind the fuel oil tank, that connects to the garage. The house has settled and in one place, I could stick my finger into a crack. No longer! Spray foam was squirted into anything that looked questionable and as of this morning, there are no signs of any varmints. 

I turned my attentions to the trailer filled with wood, some of it bigger around than I am. 

The tree this piece came from was between 75 and 80 years old.

It took the rest of the morning, but with the help of the front end loader, I got the thing unloaded and the wood added to an existing pile.

The trailer looked like it had been through WWIII. The boys who load the trailer aren't quite as delicate and sensitive as I am. One fender was bend so badly that when coming home loaded, I hit a bump and the fender rubbed the tire.  

I used to have all sorts of dowels and jigs with which to remove dents. Back then, it was used to straighten dents out of brass band instruments, but they also worked well on vehicles. Since I had no need for those in Alaska, I improvised yesterday and quickly made one or two out of scrap lumber. 

It took a couple of hours, but in the end, after removing both wheels to work from the inside out, the fenders are once again useable. I'll sand those today, prime and paint each.

Sargie was home in the early evening and we enjoyed a quiet night of watching America's Got Talent. We're both suckers for any kind of talent show. I well remember how much I liked Ted Mack's Amateur Hour back when it was popular.

Sargie closes tonight and will be bringing grandson Grady back with her from Iron Mountain. Macrea has meetings tomorrow, Sargie's off, and at least for one day, things will be shaking and moving on Pentoga Road.

Time to pour another cup of coffee and think deep thoughts. After all, a man's work is never done.

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...

These peppers will be cleaned and frozen for this winter's use