This is what happens when I try to stuff two bowl's worth of popcorn into one. Brutus was more than happy to walk over and scarf up any that hit the floor.

November 30, 2015 - Monday
18 degrees/cloudy/calm winds
Pentoga Road

According to Carl the Weatherman, it's another wintry mix that is heading our way for late tonight into Tuesday. Up to four inches of snow? Geesh, what's he think this is, Christmastime?

Happy Birthday, Sis. Worry not, as fast as my days fly by, I'm liable to catch up to you any time now. Have a good one!

Not much in the news to report this morning. Sargie didn't have to work until noon yesterday, so other than mount the new fan for the solar heater in the shop, I hung out inside until she went to work.



Most the day was spent gluing and clamping the boards for the sign and working on a new project.



I'm not happy with how the boards came out. It seems one was warped and I didn't catch it. Though I put a large, heavy, weight, on all to keep them straight, I should have clamped them with a board going the entire width on both sides. Once it's up, no one will know except for you and me, but I'm still irked. Oh well.

I worked the rest of the day on a new project, a scroll saw/carving of a rose wrapped around a cross. It took forever to cut it out and today, I'll begin on cutting the inside pieces. That will entail drilling holes in places to be cut, taking the blade off the scroll saw, fitting it through the hole, cutting it, then taking it off, and beginning another area. It's time consuming, that's for certain.

Sargie arrived home early last night and we spent the evening munching popcorn and watching television. I also spent the time surfing the internet looking at various carving patterns. Now that the weather is declining, it's nice to have a warm place in which to play.... 'er, work. 

Sargie opens today. I'm going to walk my three miles then build a fire in the smoker and start that process. It will take most the day to cure the turkey breast and loin. After that, I'll be back in the shop laboring away at one project or the other.

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

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...

Brutus is so confused after we rearranged the living room. He tries to lie in the places he used to and finds a couch, chair, or table, in his way. Yesterday, he pushed me into the coffee table. I think he forgot we moved it.