October 3, 2017 - Tuesday
62 degrees/partly cloudy/breezy
Pentoga Road

With a high of 73 degrees forecast, this appears to be our last warm day for the foreseeable future. Highs in the low 50's are forecast towards the end of the week. 

I returned to walking a full five miles Monday morning. Honestly? It felt good. Darn good. 

Heck with the heel spurs. 

You know, I still harbor the fantasy of through hiking the Appalachian Trail, all 2,180 miles. I know, it'll probably never happen, but everyone has a gold ring of some sort he reaches for. Mine happens to be the AT. The thought keeps me walking almost every day should the opportunity ever arise.

All of Monday was spent in the shop working on pumpkins.

No, that's not an alien. It's just me wearing protective gear. Actually, I never don the face shield and double dust mask at the same time, but wearing both made for a more interesting picture.

I turned two pumpkin bodies first then spent the rest of the day either sanding or painting each.

When I can't find the desired color, I mix the various pigments. 

I hated learning about the primary and secondary colors in Mr. Helmer's 7th grade art class, but in this case, I'm glad I paid attention. It's been almost fifty-three years, but the lessons I learned are still used to this day.

As a side note: Mr. Helmer's was a bit off-center, as are many of those who dabble in the arts, but he was a great educator... and yes, I have a couple of degrees in music, so don't even go there.

In this case, I needed a pinkish tan hew for one pumpkin's tongue. Red, brown, and white were all stirred together until I was happy with the end result.

I didn't come inside until evening as Sargie had to work late last night. What remained of the day was spent online looking at various sizes and models of lathes. About the time I think I know what I want, I find something else that holds possibilities. 

It was late when Sargie walked through the door after a very long day. She turns right around and opens the Vision Center this morning.

It must be October. The moon had an orange tint to it last night.

I'm going to walk another five miles this morning then either work in the garden or turn and paint another pumpkin or two. They need to get in the mail for the grandbabies to enjoy before Halloween arrives.

It's time to get breakfast going and Sargie's lunch packed so she can save the eyeballs of America.

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

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...