May 27, 2018 - Sunday
54 degrees/clear skies/calm winds
Pentoga Road

There's just not a whole lot to talk about today. I worked all day yesterday in the shop and am happy to say that all the sawing on the pieces that go into the plaque is finished.

I tried counting how many types of blades I've used on this piece.



Everything from the fattest, widest, blade down to one that is barely larger than a a human hair has been utilized. It's been a challenge.



On a completely different subject: I'm not one to gripe, but I've got the horny toad blues this morning. Seems the eggs and goo from my herd of amorous toads that are currently calling the garden pond their breeding ground are clogging the pump.



There's a reason the saying "Horny as a toad," came came about. I changed the filters yesterday morning and I see one is not even running this morning. You know what I'll be doing as soon as I'm finished writing. Good Lord, only one word can describe the upcoming chore. 

YUCK!

The rain and storms went around us yesterday. I know of areas that received some pretty good amounts, but we remained hot and dry with high humidity. The garden is growing by leaps and bounds as is the grass in the yard. It will need to be mowed in the next day or two.

It was late afternoon and with Sargie not yet home, I decided to fix the door to the shop. When it was installed in the new addition a month ago, there was still frost in the ground. Once the frost melted, the entire floor shifted and the door became difficult to close. It caught the jamb by a quarter of an inch or so. 

The frame was torn apart and in the end, Dad's old plane was brought out of storage so a bit could be shaved. The door now fits perfectly.

Sargie walked in last night carrying a pizza. How two grown people can completely destroy a family-sized pizza is beyond me, but in the end, nary a piece remained. No one will ever call either of us light-weights when it comes to eating a good pizza.

It's time to get busy. I'm going to change the filters on the pumps in the pond then head to the shop. I'd like to get the current project finished today and have that out of the way. There's a trailer filled with wood that needs to be worked up plus the lawn is growing out of control. No doubt, Sargie and I will take a drive later this afternoon and see how many tourists have invaded our normally quiet neck of the woods.

Sargie has to work Monday. I'll head over to Nancy and Ron's high atop Milligan Mountain for the annual Mighty Milligan Memorial Day Celebration later in the morning. I'm looking forward to seeing the folks.

Okay, I've stalled as long as I can. Time to move on and get those filters changed. With any luck, the toads are finished and are sitting back, comparing notes, enjoying a cigarette, preparing to leave the pond, and go back to gulping bugs and other insects.

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

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...

Each one of those black dots is a tadpole... or is that a toadpole, in the making.