A hay bale that fell from a wagon last fall. Food must be plentiful in the deer world. It hasn't been touched.

March 4, 2018 - Sunday evening

31 degrees/cloudy skies/calm winds

Pentoga Road

It's damp, just plain damp. Though the temperature hasn't yet begun to fall tonight, the high humidity makes it feel colder than it really is. I had the heat on fairly high in the shop earlier and had difficulty keeping warm. It's just one of those days.

I did a short three-mile walk this morning then tackled the fire breathing wheelbarrow after arriving home. The fix was easy, but trying to tighten with one hand while reaching clear around the bed and hanging onto a wrench with the other presented a real challenge. 

In the end, the wheelbarrow was reassembled with a new tire and tub. I'm back in business.

The rest of the afternoon was spent in the shop. I wrestled with Chuckie the Bunny for a while and finally, growing disgusted, set it aside.

Ah, my newest project, a twisted candlestick holder that can be made into a lamp... or it might end up being a fancy piece of firewood in the wood stove.

My wood of choice for this project - maple

The biggest problem I've encountered is converting millimeters into inches so I can understand the pattern and measurements. I ran into the same problem when I made the arbor/pergola in the garden. The plans were written in Russian and all the measurements were metric. The internet does a fairly decent job of translating, but it's not nearly the same. Sometimes the translation takes a bit of translating. 

All I accomplished today was rounding the piece of maple, turning it symmetrical. I spent most the time converting the metric numbers and studying the very detailed instructions.

This will be, by far, the most difficult piece I've ever tried on the lathe.

Sargie was home early from work and we had a quiet evening. She opens Monday morning.

I'll go for my usual walk in the morning then will, no doubt, spend most the day in the shop. I have a couple of Easter presents to begin, the candlestick holder, and then there's always Chuckie the Bunny. I hope to begin carving and sanding his little rabbit arms tomorrow.

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

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...

What's for Sunday breakfast? Whole grain toast, strawberries, cheese curds, and a glass of milk. I like peanut butter and raisins covering my toast while Sargie prefers only butter.