I'm losing my fishing mojo. Three tiny perch and two little bluegills were the sum total of Tuesday's trip out onto the ice.

March 1, 2017 - Wednesday

21 degrees/light snow/calm winds

Pentoga Road

Naturally, it's Sargie's first day back to work after a short vacation and I overslept. I've got the fingers flying this morning playing catch-up.

Tuesday was a fairly lazy day. I spent all morning in the shop, first making another block letter name and sanding it, then beginning work on another tea cup for a granddaughter's tea set.

Talk about an exercise in frustration. I should have quit while I was ahead. First, the bandsaw blade became bound in the raw piece of wild cherry wood while I was cutting it down to size.

After I got started, I found I'd incorrectly measured the length of the cup and was off by a quarter of an inch. That didn't make me overly thrilled, but I figured a little girl wouldn't care nor would she know the difference.

I was hollowing out the cup when suddenly, the thing flew apart breaking into pieces. 

That was the crowning moment of Tuesday morning's shop project. I glued the cup back together, tightened a radiator clamp around the entire thing, turned off the lights, and walked away.

We had a nice drive Tuesday afternoon sipping Cokes and eating chicken tenders from the deli while driving around the area.

This antique car got our attention. It's owned by the local grocery and is usually driven in parades and special events. 

We had just arrived home Tuesday afternoon when I received a text from Tom and Melinda saying they were going fishing at the local lake. I decided to join them.

Meanwhile, there was a clearance sale at the ladies store in town, so Sargie hopped in the car and took off in that direction.

Fishing was lousy, but the company was great. Sargie found several clearance items she liked for the right price, so it was the perfect ending to a great vacation.

Sargie opens today. I'm going for my usual walk then will, no doubt, spend time in the shop. I've got another name to make, then there's that darn tea cup. Should I junk it or try to salvage the thing? Time will tell.

Oops, time to get breakfast ready and pack Sargie's lunch. I'm running a day late and a dollar short and the day hasn't even started.

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

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...

Tom and Melinda didn't do any better in the fish department