Another 2.4 inches of rain fell on Saturday with more in today's forecast.

June 25, 2017 - Sunday

58 degrees/cloudy/calm winds

Pentoga Road

I see the mention of rain is included in eight out of the next ten days in the extended forecast. 

An ark?

A bridge?

How about a series of dikes. All I need is a little boy to stick his finger in any leaky holes. I wonder if Hambone is busy?

I managed to get into the garden early Saturday morning and weed half a bed before the monsoon began. Strange, about half the plants are rotting or badly infected with fungus. The other half seem to be flourishing and growing at record speed. The beans and potatoes are some of the nicest I've seen in a long time. The sunflowers, those that managed to sprout, are finally taking off. 

And the rest of the garden? 

To those plants I say, "Rest in Peace!"

Once the rain began, I came inside and made popcorn for Sasha's wedding shower.

Even at 8 AM, there's nothing like the smell of hot, buttered, popcorn. I made a large garbage bag full.

Sargie's goal is for us to finish all the leftovers from last week's party. Yesterday morning's brunch was a repeat of the concoction Matt and Luke made while he was here, diced cheddar/bacon brat patties mixed with scrambled eggs.

T'wasn't as good as Matt and Luke's but it tasted mighty fine and as Sargie said, "It sticks with you throughout the day." It sure did.

Sargie left for Sasha's shower in the early afternoon. I hated to see her drive off into the pouring rain. Saturday was one of those days meant for eating popcorn and watching a good movie while snuggled together on the couch under a warm blanket.

 Sargie later said the wedding shower was wonderful and despite the rain, everyone had a good time. 

I headed to the shop where I prepared a piece of maple and began turning.

My intentions were to make a bowl connected by a spindle to a rather large base.

It was one of those times where I could envision what I wanted, but couldn't make my hands shape what was in my head.

The base came out entirely too large, the spindle not thin enough, and the thicker walls and shape of the bowl made it look like a munchkin goblet gone horribly wrong.

Oh well, there's an entire pile of dry firewood in the shed on which to practice. I'll get it right sooner or later.

Sargie arrived home early in the evening and proclaimed the house cold and damp. I agreed. Not willing to start a fire in the wood stove, I ran the oil furnace for a few minutes to remove the dampness. 

Last night was spent snuggled on the couch under a blanket watching tv. Better late than never.

Sargie works today from noon until five. There's little doubt I'll head out to the shop and make some sort of mess. I'm tempted to mount that thing I made yesterday back on the lathe to make some changes.

Worse case scenario is that it will crack or fall apart and become kindling for next fall's fires in the wood stove. 

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

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...