November 12, 2017 - Sunday
27 degrees/cloudy/calm winds
Pentoga Road

Mmm, can't beat a good, old fashioned, homemade, oatmeal/raisin cookie to help the pills go down and enjoy with a morning cup of coffee. 

We ran out of cookies the other day, so last night, while waiting for Sargie to get off work, I made a batch.

I'm thinking that maybe I ought to dust off my musical training and write a song to commemorate  cookies. It would go something like:

Just a plate full of cookies help the medicine go down,
the medicine go dowwwn, the medicine go down...

Sargie says it's already been written. 

Just my luck. Seems someone thought of it first in 1964. 

Saturday began by plowing several inches of snow from the drive and cleaning the back deck. 

It wasn't bad as the snow was very light and fluffy. Thankfully, the temperatures had warmed significantly which made being outside enjoyable.

The majority of the day was spent in the shop continuing work on the turkey. I don't mind saying, I'm about turkey'd out. Hopefully, I'll begin to paint it today. That should be the easy part.

I also finished a couple more of the grandbaby gifts. 

Growing bored of turkeys and other things, I rooted around and found a scrap piece of maple from which to turn a bowl.

I had no idea what I was turning and really, didn't care. That's my most enjoyable activity on the lathe, to simply put the chisel to a piece of wood and see what the end product will be. 



In this instance, I'm still unsure. I'll continue to further shape and sand it today.

I made this one the other day out of spalted birch. As Joanna Gaines would say on Fixer Upper, "It's just a fun little thing."

I've been talking with Mississippi Brother Garry about some way of filtering the air in the shop. It's so small and I do so much cutting and sanding that even though I wear a mask, I find my nose and throat are often filled with dust. 

I'm beginning to think a small fan with some sort of filter attached to the intake and exhausted out into the barn would be the way to go.



 Seems there's always a project on the horizon.

It wasn't nearly as much fun making tookies, I mean, cookies, last night without my three year old assistant. 



About the time I was mixing the ingredients, I received a photo.

Twins?
Which one is Grady and which is Daddy?

Seems Hambone, Mommy, and Daddy, had stopped in at the Vision Center to see Grandma Sargie.

I've heard rumors that Grady will be coming home with Grandma Sargie Monday evening and spending Tuesday with us. 

Speaking of grandbabies and who's visiting who, Ross sent a picture yesterday morning of Piper eating pancakes at their house. Ross and Holly say the grandkids enjoy their great Uncle Tom's homemade maple syrup. I hope there's a good run of sap next spring. I need to renew my supply.

Sargie works from noon to five today. Boycotting the NFL out of respect to our veterans, those who have served and have truly sacrificed, I'll be back out in the shop turning, painting, making, molding, sanding, and tinkering. 

(I'm sure I lost a few more readers with the above statement, but as the father of one son who is career active duty, another who served five years in the Army, an uncle who was decorated and lost both legs in North Africa, whose father was a veteran, and father-in-law who was a hero and lost a leg in the battle of Iwo Jima, I apologize to no one. The NFL can make their statement. I'm making my own.)

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

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...

Fresh, warm, cookies also go well with a bowl of ice cream!