December 21, 2016 - Wednesday
22 degrees/cloudy/breezy
Pentoga Road

Boy, I don't know who hit me in the head early this morning, but I was dead to the world when the alarm rang, something that is quite rare for me. My over sleeping must be stress related from eating all those Christmas cookies, watching Christmas movies on television, and even sneaking in an occasional afternoon nap. Darn straight.

The bird feeders have become one of the more popular places in the area.

I finally strapped on my hiking boots and took a three mile stroll Tuesday morning. It felt good to get the blood flowing again, break up all the fatty clumps that must be sitting in my veins, and walk a bit. I plan to do the same again this morning.

I arrived home and with Mom watching The Price is Right, I warmed up the shop and worked on a deer piece... well, worked long enough to saw on the wrong line and ruin the thing. Oh well, nothing was damaged other than my delicate ego and thankfully, Mom was here to hold and rock me, tell me everything's going to be okay, kiss me on the forehead, and make the hurt go away.

I also took the time to play with the new chuck on the lathe. I didn't do much other than see how it really worked and practice turning a scrap piece of birch.

In the end, I made a beautiful cylinder of firewood

It's amazing how many birds have found our feeders. It seems that flock after flock can be seen at various times of the day.

Taken through the shop window

Sargie was home by mid evening and while she wrapped presents in the living room, the three of us watched America's Got Talent and the Pentatonix Christmas Special on DVR . I wish we had that quality of programing all year round. It was a good night of television.

Our dining room resembles Santa's workshop

Sargie opens the Vision Center today. I'm going for my usual walk then we'll see what the rest of the day holds. Mom and I will drive to town for an errand or two at some point, but otherwise, the sky's the limit.

Time to get a move on here. I'm running a day late and a dollar short, but then as we all know, a man's work is never done.

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...

Eileen sent this picture of their son, Andrew, who now lives, works, and goes to school in Fairbanks, Alaska. I had Andrew from the time he was in sixth grade until he graduated from high school. We also took a year-long guide's course together many many years ago.
We'll be able to call Andrew, Dr. Cyr, next year after he finishes earning his PhD.