Unfortunately, with the badly needed rain comes the storms.

July 12, 2018 - Thursday

63 degrees/rain/calm winds

Pentoga Road

The rain that began a bit earlier this morning is music to my ears. We've gotten so dry, especially these past ten days, that I've had to water the garden almost daily with Sargie doing the same to all the planters. 

The weatherman is calling for a 90% chance of rain today with the possibility of severe storms. We can do without the storms, but we'll gladly take the rain.

The garden is thriving with all the heat and humidity of the past two weeks.

A pumpkin blossom

As long as I keep watering, everything keeps growing at a near neck breaking... 'er, vine breaking pace.

The sunflowers are over six feet tall now, the pumpkins and squash have completely filled in the furthest rows, the first of the green beans are almost ready to pick, and it appears I'll be making bread and butter pickles next week. The first of the hot peppers are about ready to harvest and pickle. It'll soon be a busy time on Pentoga Road.

Wednesday began with a five mile hike. 



With earbuds tucked into my head, I felt, rather than heard, a thumping in my chest. Looking up, I saw a helicopter hovering overheard.



Darn paparazzi, they found me again. 

After a quick trip to town for a pair of trailer lights I began wiring a new light harness on the Blazer. 



That went well, but when I began to change the harness on the trailer, I found the wires were rusted and rotten. I tried for a couple of hours to make it work, but finally gave up and ordered a new wiring kit. As long as everything was ripped apart, I might as well do it right. I'll finish wiring next week.

The mail arrived and with it, my mini-voltage meter for the battery that powers the electric motor on the boat. 




For $4.95, including free shipping, why be caught out in the middle of a lake with a dead battery?  The meter is the equivalent of a fuel gauge in a car. I'll make some sort of small mounting gizmo in the next day or two and we should be good to go.

I forget that many don't know what an electric boat motor is. Rather than a gasoline engine, we use a simple electric trolling motor that is powered by a 12 volt, deep cell, battery. All of our fishing is done on small lakes and ponds so there's little need for anything bigger. It's inexpensive, light weight, and for the most part, ideal for powering our small yacht.

Just think of it as a nautical Prius automobile without a gasoline backup engine.

Sargie was home early last night. We had a fun evening catching up on previously recorded shows, America's Got Talent and World of Dance, while eating pasties (UP's meat pies) in front of the tv.

With rain pouring down and storms forecast to last throughout the day, it appears we won't be going fishing. No doubt the Lady Lunker Killer, aka the Crappie Queen, aka Sargie, aka Janet, (Didn't know her real name, did you?) will be disappointed that we can't go fishing. 

There's just a bit of touch up to do on the sign then I think we'll take an extended drive this afternoon to deliver it. 

Otherwise? It's dark, rainy, stormy, and cool and ... 

Hold the presses, I just had a deep thought. 

It's early and Sargie's still sound asleep upstairs. Maybe I ought to climb the stairs to the bedroom, snuggle in with my bride, close my eyes, and listen to the rain hit the metal roof while pondering the meaning of life.

Yeah, that's it.

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

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...