There's not a whole lot better in the world than an afternoon of coloring with washable markers then ending the day with a good old fashioned Klondike Bar.

October 10, 2018 - Wednesday morning

42 degrees/rain/calm winds

Pentoga Road

At the risk of sounding like a broken record, it's still raining. I emptied over three inches from the gauge several days ago, 2.1 yesterday, and 2.2 inches this morning. Hmm, I'm not very good at math, but it appears over seven inches has fallen in the past few days. 

Anybody want a drink of water? We have plenty to spare.

Our leaves, our beautiful, gorgeous, leaves, are being dashed to the ground with the continual pounding of water. All one has to do is look at the drive.

Oh well, all we can do is what the farmers in Maine do when it snows. Let it snow.

Monday was pretty much a non event. I worked for a bit in the shop separating and finishing Katie's goblet. You know what the goblet looked like, but probably don't see the mess that is left behind.

Needless to say, I'll be doing a bit of shop cleaning before starting another turning project.

We left late morning to gather Hambone from school. His teachers have meetings, so he's our's for today. We stopped long enough to deliver the goodies at the medical center, drove by the Golden Arches for a Coke and juice box, then came on home.

Bless his heart, Grady was really good yesterday for being trapped indoors. 

Grady was content to color, watch a cartoon or two, and of course, occasionally attack his arch nemesis, Pawpaw the Claw.

 

As usual, good triumphed over evil and The Flash came out on top... literally.

Grandma Sargie surprised us last night and, using her brand new Kitchen Aide hand mixer, whipped up a batch of pancakes.

The flapjacks were really good, so much so that Hambone ate six of them, more than Grandma Sargie. Of course, soaking each in homemade maple syrup that he helped to make last spring, didn't hurt the flavor a bit.

I'm not sure what we're going to do today. I wanted to replace the fire brick in the wood furnace, but it's one of the dirtiest jobs known to mankind. There's something about a four-year-old, wood dust, and suet, that might not be a good combination. 

Oops, I hear movement upstairs so I guess I'd better end. Once Hambone descends the steps, life as we know it changes dramatically.

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

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...