Phoebe found Frank
Upon closer examination, I discovered that Frank and Phoebe aren't frogs, they're toads!

May 25, 2018 - Friday evening
79 degrees/partly cloudy/calm winds
Pentoga Road

It's been a day where storms have threatened, but all went around us.  

After arriving home from Iron Mountain this morning, I headed to the shop. This current project's been a challenge.



I'm going to have to work pretty steady the next two days to have it finished by Memorial Day. There are so many cuts, both interior and exterior and of course, there's no guarantee that it will turn out. All it takes is one wrong cut.



I received a call this afternoon from my neighbor and friend, Wisconsin Mike (not to be confused with Neighbor Mike, aka Jambo.)

Seems Wisconsin Mike had been out on his side-by-side when the transmission gave out and needed a little help.

Had my trailer not been filled with firewood, I'd have taken it with, but I had no choice other than to meet Mike, go back to his daughter's camp to retrieve his trailer, hook it up to the Blazer, then go back to load the side-by-side.

Thankfully, it had a winch and could be pulled onto the trailer. It wasn't long before we had Wisconsin Mike and his ATV back to his daughter's camp.

 I spent another couple of hours in the shop, but grew tired of the close work and took a stroll in the garden. Rather than one or two toads in the pond, there must have been ten or twelve. All were in the throes of connubial bliss.



With toad love comes toad eggs, strings and strings of eggs. The pond should be full of tadpoles in a matter of ten days to two weeks.

Sargie gave me an early Father's Day present today. I've been wanting a folding table to put in the shop, one where I can lay out patterns or do other light work. I later cut a piece of OSB board to help protect the surface.

Sargie opens Saturday morning, is off Sunday, but has to work on Memorial Day. The ladies all work one holiday a year and Sargie was happy to get her's out of the way so she can look forward to enjoying the rest.

I hope to be in the shop most of Saturday as I'm under a bit of a time crunch. Baring any wood working disasters, the project should be finished by Monday.

Sargie just called from Alpha saying she'd be home in a few minutes. I guess I'd better close and start fixing supper.

More wild flowers growing in the ditch by where Wisconsin Mike's side-by-side broke down.

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

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...