Neighbor Mike with a big ol' Tom turkey that he shot in back of our place and shared with me. I'm going to smoke the breast and we'll enjoy wild turkey sandwiches.

June 2, 2016 - Thursday

53 degrees/cloudy/breezy

Pentoga Road

The internet was out again on Wednesday morning, so I'll simply condense the past two days into one. Seems as time goes on, one runs into the other anyway and both become a blur. In retrospect, that's how my life is, a big blur. I'm simply a passenger on a fast train who is hanging on for dear life and enjoying the ride.

Ah, to the simple pleasures of life. One of my favorite is planting radishes, then thirty days later, eating the first fruit of my labors for the season.

Sargie and I savored the first last night, a mere two apiece, but being moist, firm, and crunchy, they were delicious. I have successive plantings and depending on the weather, we should enjoy them for the next two or three weeks.

The biggest accomplishment of the past two days was pouring the footings for the garden arbor.

Naturally, the ground is uneven and tilts to one side, so I used concrete tubes to maintain the level of all four footings. It was a bugger, to measure back and forth, crossways, diagonally, maintaining distance and keeping all four level. In the end, good, bad, or ugly, they were poured.

Assuming the footings are correct, the arbor should be assembled and standing with one day's work. Right now, I'm waiting for the weather to cooperate. 

The USS Pentoga, our yacht, was finally taken from it's winter moorage (the back pasture) and made ready for this season's use.

The plywood floor, covered with astroturf, had rotted. I was fearful someone might catch their foot and trip while on their way to the upper deck or crow's nest, so I installed new plywood under the old. 

It's as good as ever and we'll soon be fishing.

I started work on the trim for the new kitchen window a few days ago, but was delayed by the rain. That was finally completed on Tuesday. The house and siding are so out of kilter, but with enough sanding, custom cutting, trimming, and lots of caulk, it looks pretty good and I can call this job done.

The next chore will be to paint the areas on the house that were damaged when removing the original window. Overall, it will look much better than before and there's little doubt it will be much warmer this winter.

I was sick Tuesday night, very sick. I'm thinking I suffered from the Black Plague, Dengue Fever, or possibly malaria, but by the next morning, I weighed eight pounds less than I did the night before. Sometime in the wee hours of Wednesday morning, I started to think that Baby Jesus might be coming to take me home, but it wasn't to be. I felt well enough on Wednesday to do some indoor chores and to make a quick trip to town. By early afternoon, after gulping gallons of water, juice, a half dozen oranges, and successfully eating a couple of poached eggs and toast without them running straight through, I pronounced myself cured. I felt normal last night and had gained back six of the eight pounds. Go figure.

One of yesterday's activities was to take down the two indoor greenhouses that protected the seeded bedding plants beginning in March. 

Assembling and disassembling the greenhouses gives me the same feeling as putting up and taking down Christmas decorations. How can it be so much fun putting them together, yet be such a drag taking them apart and packing them away for another year? 

Sargie will be so sad to learn that the greenhouses aren't a permanent part of her living room decor. 

Macrea's on vacation and asked earlier if I wanted to go golfing at some point this week. It appears today's the day. He and Grady will be along later this morning. Sargie's looking forward to spending some quality Grandma Sargie/Grady alone time.

So with that being said, it's time to get busy and mentally prepare for my big day on the course. Let's see, I haven't played for two years and then there's that vision thing. Yep, I definitely have some mental preparation to do.

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

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...

The level of our local lake is the highest I've ever seen it.