Chef Jambo is fixing Wednesday morning's breakfast, pancakes and cups of hot coffee.

March 27, 2019 - Wednesday evening

49 degrees/cloudy/windy

Pentoga Road

This is Window Eve, the night before the new living room windows are to be installed. It's been a long slog since we decided to make a major home improvement late last summer. We've looked, shopped, researched, gotten estimates, talked, discussed, cussed, and I've been substitute teaching. Tomorrow, all that planning and hard work pays off.

Wednesday was a busy one. The walk this morning was particularly enjoyable as there was a welcoming committee to greet me as soon as I stepped out of the car.

Signs of spring are everywhere. I saw my first geese this morning. No doubt, there'll be hundreds of thousands following them north in the days to come.

Closer to home, I saw buckets hanging on several sugar maple trees. With the cold nights and warm days, the sap should really be running.

Once home, Neighbor Mike stopped by to invite me up for a breakfast of pancakes. 

I consider myself somewhat of a connoisuer when it comes to pancake flipping and was lucky enough to learn from the best, Dad. Brought up in the school of one-handed spatula flipping, the pan remains on the stove with all the action in the wrist. A delicate movement is required for a full-sized flapjack to land fully intact and bruise free.

As can be seen in the following photo, Jambo is a two handed flipper. It requires an extreme coordination between the pan and spatula. I'll give him a near perfect 9.8 for this morning's effort.

I returned home and noticed a small trickle of water running across the shop floor.

What the heck?  

Naturally, the only snow remaining on the upper strawberry bed was melting and running under the wall. It took a while, but I chipped and shoveled everything away.

I laid out the lumber and began assembling one end wall of the new garden house. I could hardly wait to use my new palm nailer, a pneumatic gismo that loads manually and shoots one nail at a time. 

I guess I shouldn't have been so eager because the very first nail went into the meat of my left index finger hitting bone, but thankfully, not breaking it.

Other than being red, bruised, and swollen, the finger doesn't appear any worse for the wear. 

Mama didn't have no dummy. I'll be sure to keep my digits or any other body parts clear of the nailer after this.

Next to be built will be the twelve foot front wall.  It will be much more difficult as the two front windows are curved at the top and a Dutch door in between. With the curved headers and frame around the windows, there'll be a goodly amount of shop work before any installation occurs.

The sun came out briefly. Since I was finished with the wall, I took advantage of the nice weather to grease the tractor.

There must be half a million grease fittings on the Ford 8N causing me to crawl over, under, and around, the old machine looking for each.

Sargie was home early this afternoon and we spent the rest of the day emptying the living room, blinds included.

The window contractors are to arrive around 8:30 Thursday morning. No doubt, Sargie and I will supervise from a distance.

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

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...

At one point Wednesday afternoon, it rained, hailed, and thundered, all at once.