November 21, 2015 - Saturday
18 degrees/cloudy/calm winds
Pentoga Road

It's that time of year when the deer like to call our yard their home. If Brutus weren't around, they'd probably come inside and take his place by the wood stove. I used to spread shelled corn in the yard before we got Brutus and during the winter months, it was common to look out and see fifteen or twenty grazing just a few feet out the back windows. There was a smaller one that became tame enough to feed by hand and she didn't hesitate to walk up onto the deck and wait for me by the back door. The deer were hard on the shrubbery, but pleasant on the eyes and mind.



Friday was a repeat of Thursday, almost identical. I reassembled the snowmobile, sprayed starter fluid into the cylinders, and could get it to fire and run for a few seconds, but it died once the fluid was burned off. I'm going to try adjusting the jets today in the carburetor and if I don't have any success, think I'll load it onto the trailer and take it to the mechanic's on Monday. He can do more in a few minutes than I can in days. I know everything is clean and ready to go, I just don't know what I'm doing and can't see good enough to figure it out on my own.

I moved into the shop and cut out the "311" for the sign from one inch pine. I have my last name to trace and cut today and that phase will be finished.

The solar heater did an outstanding job of keeping the shop warm. It was sunny, but cold and very windy. I've decided that I'm going to replace the old barn window with a full-sized combination window in the shop next summer. I'll have to use blinds to block the sun during the hot summer months, but the light and natural heat will be very beneficial this time of the year.

So that was my day. Other than watching the deer invade our yard, there wasn't too much exciting happening in the neighborhood. I didn't hear any gunshots, so I guess the bucks that live in the area are still safe.



Sargie arrived home late last night and closes again tonight. Thankfully, she's off tomorrow. 

After walking my three miles this morning, I think I'll pull the rutabagas and bring them downstairs in preparation for the Mighty Milligan Thanksgiving feast on Thursday. There are three lawn chairs that I forgot to move out of the front yard. Other than that, it's back out to the shop for a day of listening to music, talking with Brutus, and pretending like I know what I'm doing. 

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

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...

Brutus's bed is normally in one corner, but he likes to be in the middle of the action when I'm working in the shop. Only problem... I occasionally forget he's there and trip over him.