Storms with thunder, lightening, rain, and wind, all converged on Pentoga Road on Wednesday |
September 3, 2015 - Thursday
65 degrees/cloudy/calm
Pentoga Road
We woke up to a radar that looked like this on Wednesday morning:
Pentoga Road is between Iron River and Alpha and we knew it was a matter of time. |
With severe storms hanging just off to our west and heading this way, I hurried Sargie along so she could get out ahead of the storm track and drive safely to work. It wasn't long before the National Weather Service issued a severe thunderstorm warning.
Sargie got out just in time and I battened down the hatches and worked in the barn while waiting.
Work was pleasant when the storm first started. It was cool and the sound of rain hitting the roof was relaxing. When the brunt of the storm hit and the wind was howling from the west, it occurred to me that I was really in a metal parachute, one with a large overhead door that was open and facing the wind.
I skedaddled to the house.
It rained all day and in the end, we received just shy of two inches. Yooper Brother Mark said that they had an inch more in total. I think we can say that the drought of 2009 is officially over in the Upper Peninsula.
Most of the morning and part of the afternoon was spent finishing the floor above the shop. I was tickled that only one board needed to be tacked onto an end rafter for the sheeting to fit perfectly. It was a matter of hoisting them overhead, laying and tacking each sheet to the 2x6's that lay underneath. I can cross off that phase of the construction.
A few things were carried from the barn floor to overhead later in the afternoon. I'm trying to arrange everything neatly so it can be found later and Sargie even suggested I build a shelf or two up there to store the smaller items. She's got a good point. I may do that when I find myself with time to spare and the temperatures cool off.
Matt sent some pictures of Emerson on her first day of Montessori School. At age two, I'm not exactly sure how that works, but I'm assuming it's a child-centered, structured, learning environment.
Matt said she did really well and he's already looking at Harvard for a post secondary institution to further her education. Since she likes to sing, I suggested she attend Julliard School of Music.
Most of the morning and part of the afternoon was spent finishing the floor above the shop. I was tickled that only one board needed to be tacked onto an end rafter for the sheeting to fit perfectly. It was a matter of hoisting them overhead, laying and tacking each sheet to the 2x6's that lay underneath. I can cross off that phase of the construction.
A few things were carried from the barn floor to overhead later in the afternoon. I'm trying to arrange everything neatly so it can be found later and Sargie even suggested I build a shelf or two up there to store the smaller items. She's got a good point. I may do that when I find myself with time to spare and the temperatures cool off.
Matt sent some pictures of Emerson on her first day of Montessori School. At age two, I'm not exactly sure how that works, but I'm assuming it's a child-centered, structured, learning environment.
Granddaughter, Emmie, ready for her first day at a local Montessori School |
As long as we're dreaming, we might as well dream big.
Luke sent a picture of the addition to his chicken coop and rabbit hutch that were completed this past weekend. Coleman was an active part of the building process and Luke sent pictures and videos as the weekend wore on. He's proud of Coleman for helping and learning. I'm proud of Luke for taking the time to teach him and giving Coleman some real hands-on experience.
Sargie was home late Wednesday which made for a short evening. She opens today and should hopefully be home earlier tonight.
I'm going to work in the shop with a pad of paper and a pencil today, making an electrical diagram for the shop. I hope to go to Iron Mountain later and purchase what will be needed so I can get that phase started.
But first, it's time for another cup of coffee and who knows, I might even think a deep thought or two.
After all, a man's work is never done.
So are the tales from Pentoga Road...
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