February 1, 2018 - Thursday evening
-2 degrees/clear skies/very windy
Pentoga Road

It's cold. No, I mean it's frigid. The temperature is rapidly sinking below zero and the winds are gusting over thirty miles per hour. 


Here on Pentoga Road, we say it's Toastie Tushie frigid. 



Sargie is the master of surprise gifting. She enjoys giving items that one would never expect and has surprised me multiple times.

I've been a good student of Sargie's and especially enjoyed shopping for her this past Christmas. She received such goodies such as a bent clock, heated gloves, a heated steering wheel cover, and a Toastie Tushie... a heated toilet seat. 

Everyone knows that a warm tush is a happy tush

We categorize cold days as: chilly, cold, frigid, miserable, and last but not least, those that are Toastie Tushie. Darn straight, it's Toastie Tushie cold.

Meanwhile, down on the farm...

Thursday morning's walk was cold. One might say it was downright miserable. I thought I'd chosen a route where the wind might be somewhat blocked by the surrounding trees. I was wrong. 

Pentoga Road was finally plowed late Thursday afternoon.

I walked into a head wind the entire way home, so much so that my nose froze; a genuine case of frostbite. I haven't experienced that since my arctic circle days.

The rest of Thursday was spent in the shop. I began painting a Valentine's Day present when I found I couldn't keep the dust out of my work. I rinsed the brushes and began cleaning.



When the shop is expanded this summer, I'm definitely going to install some sort of air filter and an exhaust fan. The dust is so fine that it's impossible to keep anything clean.



Unfortunately, as soon as I use the saw or the lathe tomorrow, dust will fly and I'll be back to where I started.

The rest of the afternoon was spent working on projects. One is almost finished and another is close.

I was chilled to the bone when I came inside late in the afternoon. Between this morning's walk and standing on a cold floor the rest of the day, I was unable to get warm. I turned on the hot water in the shower and baked the chills out of me.

Sargie was home early and we enjoyed hot soup for supper. She opens Friday morning then has this weekend off.

I'll go for my walk in the morning and want to order this coming summer's garden/flower seed while warming up after. 

No doubt, sometime during the day, I'll head to the shop.

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

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...