Master Angler, Jambo, ready to throw back a small crappie on Tuesday afternoon

January 23, 2019 - Tuesday evening

16 degrees/cloudy/calm winds

Pentoga Road

I'm waiting for Sargie to pull in and having difficulty keeping my eyes open. After spending all afternoon on the ice, I could easily take an evening nap.

Today's been a full one. I began the morning in the shop, continuing to disassemble pallets.

Everything was going well until the saw began making a squealing noise. I'd barely finished the fifth pallet when it quit cutting altogether. 

My worst fears came to fruition. The bearings were gone.

 

Ordinarily I'd be really upset, but I purchased this Sawzall at Harbor Freight several years ago for $17.00, so it didn't exactly break the bank. I just priced a new one and they are still well under $20.00. I'll get one tomorrow while we're in Green Bay.

I moved from the demolition side of the shop to the lathe where I started turning a small cup from a piece of maple that was destined for the wood stove.

Sargie asked sometime ago if I would make a few presents to be given away at a shower later this spring. No doubt, my shop time will become shorter as the weather grows warmer and there's no time like the present.

I applied the first coat of food safe lacquer. Several more will be added over the next few days before finishing the base, separating the cup from the tenon, and adding a handle.

As Joanna Gaines would say, "It's just a fun little thing."

Jambo and I took off for the lake mid afternoon.

We had a great time sitting side by side in his ice fishing tent and though it was slow at times, the conversation was always fast and furious.

We didn't catch many, but what we caught were, for the most part, nice. Jambo hooked a couple of crappies that, had we been hard up for fish, would have been keepers, but he opted to throw them back. I caught a few good sized bluegills.

Darkness ran us in off the lake. I arrived home, changed clothes, carried in wood, and ran through the shower. 

I think we're heading to Green Bay in the morning. There are several things, mostly household items, that we need and of course, there's the Sawzall. I'm the math teacher at Florence High School all day Friday. The rest of the week looks busy.

After all, a man's work is never done

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...