Wednesday was shop day on Pentoga Road

April 27, 2017 - Thursday

29 degrees/freezing rain/calm winds

Pentoga Road

Ah, you can't beat this weather. Yeah, I know, it seems I begin every morning talking about the weather, but you have to understand, when one lives in the fast lane on Pentoga Road, weather's a big deal.

Driven from the overly saturated ground, even the worms were in the fast lane crossing the drive.

Rain? You bet. Two and three quarters on an inch had fallen as of last evening.

Another three tenths fell overnight causing the water table to once again rise and form Lake Pentoga.

I took advantage of yesterday's rain and set the bedding plants outside to be watered. There's something about a natural rain that watering by hand can't replace.

It had only been twenty-four hours since putting several giant pumpkin seeds between damp paper towels and placing them in a sandwich bag. I found six had sprouted while checking on their progress yesterday. Those were immediately planted in three inch pots.

It's hard to believe that (hopefully) a six-hundred pound fruit can come from such a humble beginning. 

Most of the day was spent in the shop. I loved my surroundings, the rain pounding on the roof and against the window, big band music playing in the background, the propane heater keeping the room toasty warm.

The first project of the day was to make a name for a young grandchild of a friend of our's.

Sargie's off today, Marion, but she'll have it with her at the Vision Center the next time you are in the neighborhood!

Much of Wednesday was spent sitting at the scroll saw creating a layered piece.

Talk about eyeball wrenching work. Even with the strong magnifiers, I could only saw for a few minutes before stopping, rest, begin again, quit, and the cycle was repeated off and on throughout the day. 

There are four layers in this particular piece, all a different shade of wood, that will create a 3-D effect. 

Assuming the piece turns out and is worthy, it will be given as a gift.

Sargie was home early last night. We fixed tuna salad for supper and spent the evening relaxing by the wood stove in front of the television.

Sargie's off today and has a dentist appointment later this morning. Since it's currently pouring freezing rain, I'll go with her and read my Kindle while waiting. 

I hope the weight of the ice doesn't tear out the new grafts on my apple trees.

As for the rest of the day, who knows? Hey, Sargie's home, we're young and alive, one to three inches of snow is forecast, and there's a warm and cozy fire in the wood stove. Maybe we'll put on some romantic music and... clean house.

Yep, Sargie says this is the perfect day to clean. 

If only you had my life.

After all, a man's work (and that of his woman) is never done.

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...

For Wednesday night's dessert, a chocolate/blackberry sundae.
I'm fairly certain that a very wise person once said, "Man cannot live on tuna alone."