While Grady was visiting last weekend, he and Grandpa sang more than a few duets. (Turn up your volume. You might want to plug your ears.)

September 23, 2015 - Wednesday

56 degrees/cloudy/calm

Pentoga Road

I've been sitting here watching a deer approaching the pumpkin patch that lies on the other side of the electric fence. Those pumpkins, the large fruits already promised to the little ones for Halloween, sit only a foot or two away from the deer. They are tempting morsels, but the 9,000 volts that separates them and doe are the best deterrent in the world. She can only dream. 

Most of Wednesday was spent in the shop and to be more specific, on one board that simply wouldn't fit. The floor has a gentle slope and that initially threw me off. Add an opening for an outlet, a screw that I didn't realize wasn't completely in, and an eventual lack of patience and excess of frustration, and you can begin to understand why I was flustered after spending two hours working on a two-foot area. Thankfully, someone invented trim long ago. Most of my mistakes are now invisible.

It was early afternoon and I was hungry. I had a cold pork sandwich, a bowl of cherry tomatoes, and a handful of chips, followed by a short nap for dessert. 

I noticed there was no wind or sun. The temperature was in the mid-sixties... perfect fishing conditions!

It took a couple of hours, but by afternoon's end, I had several nice crappies in the fish basket, certainly more than enough for a Thursday night fish fry for Sargie and me. 

We enjoyed a quiet evening watching Dancing With the Stars and reading. 

Sargie closes tonight so it will be a long day for her. I should finish hanging the wall coverings in the shop this morning signaling the end of heavy construction phase. There's trim to add, some electrical to put back together, but basically, the room will be done and ready to move into. It will be nice to not trip over all my tools that have been temporarily laying on the barn floor. I may try to go fishing later today. Yesterday's success infected me with the crappie fever, the urge to put meat into the freezer for this coming winter.

Time to wake Sargie so she can begin her day. I need to upload some pictures and pour another cup of coffee. After all, a man's work is never done.

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...