Sunday was, "Paint the Cabinets Day" on Pentoga Road

August 22, 2016 - Monday

42 degrees/clear/calm winds

Pentoga Road

We really didn't mean to paint the cabinets. Let me rephrase that. We've been wanting to paint the cabinets and I already had the paint, but no one who lives here woke up Sunday morning with any intentions of doing such a big job. It just happened.

For me, Sunday began in the garden, feeding the pumpkins, doing some weeding, and finding myself comforted by knowing the end of the season will be upon us in a few weeks. I'm not in any hurry for fall or winter, but this year's attempt at growing vegetables has been one of my poorer horticultural endeavors. 

As Yooper Brother Mark said the other day while trying to comfort me, "This has been a strange summer."

Yep, it sure has. Spring began in mid June as cold and wet. Summer morphed into a hot and very dry period, then the past two week's, it's gone monsoonal. 

This morning's temperature is only ten degrees above freezing, but tomorrow's high is to be in the mid-80's, yet it's to be cool and rainy on Wednesday. 

I'll be happy to put the garden away for the winter months and start over again next spring. 

I've grown enough gardens over the past fifty years to realize that some years are diamonds, other's are coal. Loretta Lynn could have been my daughter these past four months.

The rest of Sunday morning was spent in the shop, arranging and rearranging.

I think I have the basic placement for the saws and benches. I hope to build a wall bench for the lathe, paint the ceiling white to better reflect the light, and install the new window by the recliner. After that, the shop should be ready for the winter months.

Oh, did I mention that I'll be building a glass case for our old 36 inch LED television and mounting it on the wall above the back window?

Sargie and I took our usual early Sunday afternoon drive. I needed a new coupler for the air compressor and of course, we got Sargie her Coke. A quick stop was made at the grocery store for fried chicken (and a chicken tender to be eaten as a "snack" while on the road) and after a leisurely drive, we meandered back home.

A Coke in a Packer's glass and a hot chicken tender (hors d'oeuvres) to enjoy while riding around. What were the poor people doing Sunday afternoon?

Sargie said she was going to scrub the kitchen cabinets. I told her I was going to scrape and paint the peninsula in front of the sink that had suffered water damage sometime in the past. 

Once finished, Sargie said, "Why don't you just keep painting?"

Before long, we both were busy and by the time evening arrived, the cabinets were sporting a new coat of white paint.

We painted to the sounds of the 60's all afternoon. Every now and then I'd grab Sargie and we'd dance between the sink and the stove before resuming work. Once, we got wild and even danced between the refrigerator and the peninsula. We were two children of the 60's completely out of control.

We sang, we danced, we laughed, we painted. The afternoon flew by and soon, a big job was finished.

I'm not one to brag, but the cabinets look nice, really nice. 

Sargie and Tom fell into bed last night and drifted off to sleep with no problem. We were both exhausted. Neither of us are as young as we used to be and the wild and frenzied paint party took a lot out of both of us.

I sneaked out to the garden last night before dark and did an official measurement of the two giant pumpkins. The smaller weighs around 245 pounds, the larger one close to 280 pounds. I doubt the smaller one will grow much more as its leaves have some sort of fungus. The larger pumpkin and leaves are healthy and it seems to be growing by leaps and bounds, well over ten pounds a day. As long as the frost stays away, the pumpkin could reach five hundred pounds before the season ends. 

Sargie opens the Vision Center today, but has tomorrow off. I'm going to do my five-mile walk this morning then resume working in the shop. There's so much to do before cold weather arrives with just little ol' me to do it. Well, okay, that's a lie, but it sounded good.

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

So are the tales of Pentoga Road...