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| Deer have been kicking away the snow to eat the green grass underneath. This is at the edge of our front yard. |
26 degrees/clear/calm winds
Pentoga Road
I received a wonderful family picture from Mississippi Brother Garry showing the day after Thanksgiving in their home. Personally, I think left overs are as good as or better than the actual Thanksgiving meal and the way Miss Jody cooks, you know the food was to-die-for good!
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| I hope that young man in the foreground didn't lose all the food off his plate. |
Garry and Jody had the good fortune to have their children and grandchildren home for Thanksgiving.
Friday was a fun one on Pentoga Road. I was eager to get out to the shop and begin work on turning a snowman. Garry had sent a picture of several ornaments he turns in his shop and I was eager to try to copy his work.
Though this is a poor imitation of what he makes, it's a beginning. I hope to turn several more in the days to come to give away as presents.
Most are made from leftover scrap lumber and Sargie said she'd lend her artistic talent and paint what I turn.
We went to town in the afternoon and ran a few errands. I was eager to return home and be here when the UPS man came with my new scroll saw. Meanwhile, Sargie asked if I would carry in the box with the Christmas tree and totes containing the ornaments.
We spent a goodly part of the afternoon listening to Christmas music as I sat on my backside and kept Sargie company while she decorated the tree. The day was chilly, damp, and cloudy, and with a fire in the stove and Christmas music playing, the holiday spirit was in the air.
At one point, I took Sargie in my arms and warbled along with Robert Goulet as we did our best imitation of a Viennese Waltz. It ended prematurely as we both broke down laughing.
What was that?!?! I heard the unmistakable beep-beep-beep of a large truck backing into the drive. Could it? Was it? Can it?
IT WAS! The UPS man was FINALLY here with my saw.
For a quick moment, my mind flashed to the musical, Music Man, when the town sang,
"Oh the Wells Fargo wagon is' a, coming down the street, I wish I wish I wish I knew what it could be."
The former music teacher/band director in me just has to include a link of the song.
I met the young delivery man at the door of his van and held out my arms to take the saw. He carried the box as though it weighed nothing. Once he handed it off to me, I almost sank to my knees. Lord it was heavy, but not to be outdone by any youngster, I acted like it was cotton candy rather than sixty-pounds of scroll saw.
I intended on using it last night, but found that most of my time was spent working on the heater in the shop. It was acting strange at the end of last season, but has worked okay this year until Friday evening when it died.
No heat equals no working in the shop.
None-the-less, the saw was taken from the box and partially set up and with today's good light, I'll install a blade. I've got decorations to make and presents to finish. I'll make do with the small heater normally used in the ice shack until I can purchase a larger one for the shop.
I'm not sure what is on today's agenda. Sargie had mentioned something about putting up Aunt Ila's Christmas village. That means I'll be carrying boxes from the storage unit and a table from the basement.
Otherwise, I hope to learn the in's and out's of my new scroll saw. I can already tell it's going to be a love fest.
Time to get this uploaded and make some hay, or ornaments, while the sun shines.
After all, a man's work is never done.
So are the tales from Pentoga Road...
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| With Friday's warmer temperatures, the snow began sliding off the metal roof. At one point, we could barely see out the kitchen window before it finally broke and fell to the ground. |
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