Monday afternoon was spent on the roof cleaning the flue.

November 10, 2015 - Tuesday

28 degrees/clear skies/calm winds

Pentoga Road

Whew, I'm running late this morning. I had difficulty getting comfortable last night and no matter which way I lay, my back hurt. It's unusual for me to sleep until the alarm sounds, but that's what happened this morning.

Monday's high of 65 was too good to let go to waste. Rather than go into blow-by-blow detail of Monday's activities, I'll simply let the pictures tell the story:

I spent much of the morning arranging and rearranging the barn so everything easily fit and there was a good aisle to get to the shop. 

The backhoe drew the short straw and will spend the winter wrapped in tarps out of doors.

My basketball days are finished for the year. The water was drained from the base and the goal moved to the barn.

Another bale of cedar shavings was added inside Brutus's house, the heat lamp affixed, some caulking and other winterizing done.

Half of the living room windows were washed. The rest will be done today.

Cleaning the flue was the biggest project of the day. I was up and down the ladder several times, but in the end, it was scrubbed and made ready for another season of heavy use.

Before

I tied a garbage bag onto the bottom of the flue to catch the suet. 

After

When it became too dark to work outside, I moved into the shop and resumed cutting out letters for the sign.

It was a tired boy who came inside last night. Sargie had to work late and I was contented to take a shower and eat leftovers while watching Dancing With the Stars.

Sargie opens today which means we should have an evening together. It's to be another nice day and I hope to finish washing the windows then cut down and work up that last hardwood tree I've been talking about for the last week. Water needs to be blown out of the high pressure washer before it can freeze and I have to move the wooden swing from the back porch and put away the three Adirondack chairs. 

It's time to get breakfast and pack Sargie's lunch. There's no time to think deep thoughts this morning!

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

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...

Go ahead and try to take that rawhide bone from him. See how far you get.