Neighbor Mike after having scored a decent bluegill

June 6th, 2018 - Wednesday

38 degrees/clear skies/calm winds

Pentoga Road

Whew, I'm running a day late and a dollar short this morning. I was just too tired to write last night and slept right up to the alarm this morning. Old age? I think so.

Tuesday began in the dentist's chair. It was like going on vacation. The scenery was wonderful!

OK, that's a lie, but Eric does have some wonderful murals on his walls. I got to look the the mountains and water for almost two hours while he drilled, filed, and demolished one molar so it could be capped with a temporary crown. I'll get the permanent one later this month.

It's one of those teeth. If you ask me, they all look the same.

Of course, what better way to spend any down time at the dentist's than reading something pleasing and relaxing?

Chicken Soup for the Dentist's Chair? Somehow that seems like an oxymoron. A trip to the dentist can usually be described as anything but heartwarming, funny, and inspiring.

Pleasant? Not bad. Heartwarming? Not even close.

As usual, Eric was gentle and I walked out of his office two hours later feeling no worse for the wear. 

He's a good kid and I can see why his practice is booming.

The rest of the morning was spent putting the air compressor back together. The motor was easy. The plastic casing was a bugger, but it finally fit and the compressor is good as new.

Neighbor Mike and I went fishing in the afternoon. With the wind howling, it took my full attention to keep the boat steady, but in the end, lots of fish were caught.

We were entertained by an adult loon who swam right up to the boat.

Mike and I both assumed there was a nest nearby as the loon made several threatening gestures.

Many fish were caught, few were kept. We came home after a couple of hours with three really nice fish that Mike wanted to clean for Lettie, his mother in law.

I spent the rest of the day trimming and mowing the yard. After adjusting the wheels on the deck a few days ago, it's cutting perfectly and the lawn looks like a golf course.

Last evening was spent making a large filter for the garden pond. I don't know if it's all the tadpoles or the pond is just turning over due to last week's heat, but the water quality isn't very pleasing. 

The "filter" is polyester quilt filling wrapped around a milk crate with the pump inside. It provides a larger straining surface that the water has to flow through.

It happened about this time last year and after making a larger filter, it cleared up after a couple of days and remained clean the rest of the season.

Sargie arrived home early last evening, opens today, and has Thursday and Friday off. I've heard there's a possibility that Hambone might be coming home with her tonight. If so, there'll be double the action around here for the next couple of days.

After all, a man's work, a four year old's, and that of a grandma's, is never done.

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...

So Neighbor Mike yells, "Get the gaff! Grab the net! Hurry, it's a big one."

Since I had neither, Mike had to land the big one by himself.