Part of the large pile of snow was removed from in front of the porch Monday morning.

March 25, 2019 - Monday evening

34 degrees/clear skies/calm winds

Pentoga Road

Since Sargie opens the Vision Center early in the morning, I figured I ought to write tonight. As usual, I'll want to ride with her partway and walk back home.

That's exactly how this morning began. The five miles flew by and I was home in sixty-five minutes, a new speed record for me.

I wanted to warm the oil in the tractor before changing it, so I started the old relic and began to clear the snow from in front of the porch.

I hope to insulate the foundation under the porch in the next couple of weeks, but I have to crawl underneath from the front and right now, there's five feet of snow in the way.

With the oil warm, it drained quickly. I thought I had several quarts, but I thought wrong. There was nothing to do but make an unwanted trip to town. 

It took most of the morning and part of the afternoon, but the oil and hydraulic fluids were drained and replaced with new.

The tractor will be greased tomorrow and that part of the maintenance will be finished. Mechanic Mike agreed to do some welding on the bucket and after that, the old Ford will be ready for another season of work. 

It was mid afternoon before I resigned from my self-imposed mechanic's position and headed to the lake. Though fishing was lousy, I enjoyed the bright sunny day and warm temperatures.

No need to worry about the depth of the ice. It's still well over three feet thick.

I received word today that our new windows will be installed Thursday. I called and shared the news with Sargie. Needless to say, there's an excited girl who lives on Pentoga Road. She's finally getting her new windows. 

Tuesday looks to be a repeat of today sans fishing. It's still early for the spring bite and, no pun intended, I've got bigger fish to fry on these early days of spring. It's time to clean the barn in preparation of building the garden house. The walls and roof will be made in sections and taken to the garden for completion after the new pond is finished.

With all that being said, it's time to prepare Sargie's supper. She'll be pulling in at any time.

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

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...