The Flexsteel double reclining couch and matching recliner were delivered Friday.

June 3, 2017 - Saturday

52 degrees/cloudy skies/calm winds

Pentoga Road

The living room looks much different with the addition of our new furniture. 

The old ones, left by the previous owners, had seen their better days. 

I have to hand it to the guys who delivered the furniture. Man oh man, are they ever strong. They carried the old hide-a-bed and recliner from the living room like each weighed nothing.

Friday was a mixed bag on Pentoga Road. Brutus's yearly check up went well and he was pronounced happy and healthy for another year. I was proud of my little guy. Weighing in at a petite 99 pounds, Brutus entertained the entire female staff by giving high fives all around, letting them tickle his belly, sneezing on command, and sitting on their laps when invited. 

He wasn't overjoyed to have his toenails clipped, but took the poking and prodding like a big boy.

I kept thinking about the mower and how I needed to take it to the mechanic's. It bothered me that I knew what was wrong, but couldn't fix it myself... or could I?

Armed with everything from a hammer to a soldering iron and later, the most important tool a man can own, duct tape, I waded into the belly of the beast.

Golly, I was frustrated. The little bit of wire that needed splicing was too small to twist and almost inaccessible by hand.

See those two red wires? That's one wire that broke. The problem was how to splice it back together.

Most frustrating was the poor vision. Wearing magnifiers for over two hours made me seasick causing me to continually take pictures and unload them on the computer so I could have a clear mental picture of my progress... or lack of it.

The soldering and duct tape seemed to hold. It was with no small amount of trepidation that I climbed on the tractor, started the engine, and engaged the power take off. It worked! 

  

After successfully mowing a strip or two around the yard, I pronounced the problem solved.

Fishing? Why not! I've not been once this spring.

Initially, it started on a high note. My second cast produced a pound and a half bass.

Switching from the spinning to a fly rod, I began catching nice-sized bluegills.

I tried to engage the electric motor. Nothing happened. I knew it wasn't the battery. It had been on the charger the night before and was purchased late last summer and kept in the basement during the winter months.

In the end, I paddled back to the dock and loaded the boat on the trailer. It appears the old motor has finally worn out. After six years of hard use, it seized and appears to be a thing of the past.

Once home, I took a shower and drove to Iron Mountain so I could ride back with Sargie. She's closing two nights in a row which means long, dark, drives. I wanted to keep her company on at least one.

Poor Macrea... he hit a deer not far from here while driving home from Ironwood and was forced to spend the night with us. More about that tomorrow.

It's late, almost 1 PM. I've been to Iron Mountain, drove home, had lunch, and just remembered that today's entry had yet to be finished and uploaded. 

Time to get a move on.

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

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...

The Walls of Water have been removed from the giant pumpkins. Now it's time they grow.