The back of the storage shed, attached to the barn, is ready to be painted red. Since no one sees it, the primer has worked quite well for the past two years.

August 10, 2016 - Wednesday
67 degrees/cloudy/humid/calm winds
Pentoga Road

I'm looking on radar at a bank of big storms over by Duluth, Minnesota and trying to estimate if they are heading this way and how soon they'll get here. 

We're so hot and humid, dry, and dusty. C'mon rain, hurry up.

It's a short one today. The alarm went off this morning and Sargie and I just lay in bed, snuggled, dozing. Before we knew it, fifteen minutes had flown by and our quiet bedroom became a flurry of thrown sheets followed by a sprint down the stairs to the bathroom.

Tuesday morning was spent working in back of the barn. I cleaned, mowed, disassembled, threw away, and took "stuff" to the burn pile.



I don't understand why I spent over half an hour taking nuts and bolts out of an old, rotten, Adirondack chair I built several years ago. How stingy and tight can I be? 



Seems I'm always looking for a nut or bolt and it's hard to knowingly throw them away, even if they are slightly used and rusty.



I took my usual mid morning walk and once home, plopped in the recliner. That's as far as I made it for the rest of the day. It was simply too humid outside to do any meaningful work. I listened to the tv, read a bit, tried to do some research, but basically, I was a mushroom, a toadstool, a piece of gristle with a heartbeat, sitting on his backside on a hot summer day.

Oh no! After a few thousand miles, I've worn through the soles of my beloved Red Head hiking boots. Not to worry. Shoe Goo to the rescue!

I did raise myself out of the chair long enough to deliver a couple of zucchini squash to Ann at the plant. After, I went to Ace Hardware and took advantage of their big sale and purchased a Black and Decker 18 volt cordless drill on sale, usually $60, for $20. I don't need it, but will leave it in the box and use it as a spare. If I don't need it, I'm sure someone I know will somewhere down the road.

I made my way to Iron Mountain late in the afternoon and met Sargie, then rode home with her. Our evening was short last night.

I'll be riding back today with a long list of things to do in the inner city. The oil in her car needs to be changed and stops at Home Depot and the Sherman Williams are on the agenda. I doubt I'll arrive back home much before noon.

It's time to get another cup of coffee and get this show on the road.

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

So are the tales from Pentoga Road... 

This old plastic patio furniture was stacked in back of the barn. Might as well work in comfort!