It's a race with the clock to see if the Thanksgiving piece will be finished by Thursday

November 18, 2018 - Sunday morning

0 degrees/clear skies/calm winds

Pentoga Road

After several days of flirting with the big zero mark, the mercury officially hit it this morning. It's pretty out there, but as Dad used to say, "It's just a bit nippy."

Jambo just called on his way home to Marquette and said our local lake is finally frozen over. Assuming we don't have a big warm up, we could be ice fishing in the next week to ten days. Personally, I'm in no hurry.

Saturday began with the usual walk. The four and a half miles went by quickly.

I thought there might be deer hunters crawling all over each other and so I wore plenty of blaze orange as a precautionary measure. I saw only one vehicle parked during the entire distance. All the manly-men (and women) hunters must have been sleeping in Saturday morning.

I lit a fire in the wood furnace before heading up the hill for a quick visit with Jambo. Seems the bucks have disappeared with the camp recording zero kills. Though the boys have all gone home, there's still plenty of time left for someone to bring home the meat.

The rest of the day was spent in the shop, mostly working on the Thanksgiving piece. 

I'm hoping, no I'm praying, that it will be finished by Thursday. The letters will be cut out today, then there's the teeny inside trim to cut. After all that, the inside sanding begins. Also, there's a couple of places where I made mistakes or the wood broke through that will need repair. It's going to be a race to the finish line.

I laminated more pieces onto the pig before coming in last night. There are still two more to go before I can begin carving by hand. As long as it's done by Christmas, I'm not in any big hurry to get the piggy bank finished. 

Sargie was home early last night. I'd made a pot of potato soup for supper and with full bellies and knowing she didn't have to work today, we were happy to sit by the wood stove and watch tv.

So that's about all the news from this end. I'm going to strap on my hikers, don my mittens and heavy clothes, and go for a walk in the next few minutes. I'm planning on spending part of the day in the shop and will let Sargie dictate what the rest will bring. 

Time to get hiking.

After all, man's work is never done.

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...

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