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| The deck area and garage with new paint |
55 degrees/clouds/mist/calm winds
Pentoga Road
Other than snapping several areas to see what I missed while painting yesterday, I can't remember if I took any pictures.
I paint a section, then take several close-up pictures, unload them on my computer, and examine each to see what has been missed. It's time consuming, but effective.
Obviously, I enjoy my pictures. With a big, dark, fuzzy, hole smack in the middle of my line of sight, pictures uploaded onto my computer bring everything closer and clearer.
How many cameras have I've used over the years? There are too many to count. Until I started using the shock proof, water proof, fool proof, kind, I was burning through the average pocket camera at the rate of two or more a year. They simply aren't designed for tough everyday use.
I've used a Fuji XP this past year, one Sargie gave me, and it's been flawless. I've dropped it multiple times, occasionally in water or snow, ran over it with a four-wheeler, buried it once, plowed the thing into a snowbank, and used it when the temperature was far below zero, and yet, it continues to perform flawlessly. Of all the digital pocket cameras I've owned over the past twenty years, this has been, by far, my favorite.
Three ways to describe Friday's activities: paint-paint-paint.
I arrived home early from Iron Mountain after purchasing the metal trim corners for the siding on the house. The people at Home Depot looked at me like I was crazy when inquiring where they might be located in the store. I became disgusted and drove to a local mom and pop lumberyard where I found them.
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| Several of these corner pieces will be replaced and painted |
It took well over an hour Friday morning to get the drop cloths laid and do the other work in preparation of painting the back of the house and garage. Thankfully, the day was cool and partly cloudy.
I started painting around 10 AM and it was almost 5 PM before I finished. Boy, what a job, but it's one I can check off my things-to-do list.
As usual, I attempted to follow Uncle Terry's teachings, gently dip the brush into the container, whack it back and forth from side to side inside the container, ridding it of any excess, then gently brush the paint going from wet to dry.
Yeah, that worked for about two minutes or less... probably less. I found myself jabbing the brush into the paint right up to the metal band on the handle, banging it once off the top of the container, then slathering it onto the siding, quickly brushing to utilize that that was running onto the board below.
The new paint was a perfect match for the old, so it didn't really matter if I missed a place or two. Mostly, it looks much cleaner and the places where the paint had chipped away and those areas around the new kitchen window all blend in.
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| I even used my lucky Uncle Terry drop cloth that was left behind when he helped paint the house several years ago.
Last evening was spent gabbing with Sargie and later, I watched the first half of the Packers/49er's game. The second half was recorded, so I will watch that at some point this weekend.
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I see I need to fill the hummingbird feeder... again. The pint-sized birds are emptying it daily and chirp for more. They're getting as bad as the voracious giant pumpkins.
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| Deep within the wilds of the Pentoga Road pumpkin patch lies a pumpkin weighing well over three hundred pounds and still growing. |
After all, a man's work is never done
So are the tales from Pentoga Road...
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| The backhoe was brought up to the front of the property last night. To dig a deep garden pond along with a large waterfall or not? That's a discussion for another day. |
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