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| Lake Pentoga on Saturday afternoon |
May 5, 2019 - Sunday morning
Saturday morning began with a gorgeous five mile stroll.
Ever been alone and felt like someone/something was watching you?
This doe has to be someone's pet. I got within five feet of her before she slowly walked into the woods. When I turned to leave, she followed me closely up the road for a while.
One of the camp owners must be doing some hand feeding. As wild as they are, deer will become tame as puppy dogs when food is involved.
Back home, I noticed the swallows are back.
I was working on the skirting for the crawl space under the living room when I heard Jambo's four wheeler. I walked to the road and watched as the boy loaded his two wheeled cart with precious and valuable Maple Valley rocks from our pile.
I told him the only way he could have the rocks is if he took them all. He laughed, I laughed, and we'll let you laugh too if you want any. There're plenty to go around.
We enjoyed a cup of coffee later and solved all the world's problems. Okay, I lied, but we did agree that it's about time to go fishing.
Serious discussions finished, I got to work on the skirting. It had to fit in behind the siding and the thick Styrofoam insulation made installation more difficult than it should have been.
To make matters worse, I saw that a section of fiberboard had fallen down from under the floor. There was nothing to do but slide underneath on my back and fix it.
The old board had gotten wet and disintegrated when I tried to lift it back into place. That meant sliding back out to get a tape measure, then back in to measure, back out to find a piece of OSB plywood and cut it to size, then back in to attach the thing only inches above my face.
It was late afternoon and I was getting tired when the last piece of insulated skirting was fastened into place.
As of now, other than a bit of trim, the sides that face out are done. All that remains is the space between the living room and the deck.
I decided the solar panels will be relocated to the south side of the new garden house. I'll use them to provide power for the warming pads (mats for germinating seeds) and possibly run the fountain and filters in the new pond.
There was some lattice left over from doing the front of the house. Hmm. Why not?
The temperatures were warm and there was still some daylight left. I moved my attentions to removing the large planter on the deck closest to the house.
My reasons are two fold. First, several boards next the the house will have to be removed so I can reach down to attach the skirt rather than crawl the entire distance under the living room.
Second, the deck still has a sag in the middle. I need to get as much weight off as possible so it can be leveled.
Only one problem. The old Ford tractor wasn't powerful enough to lift the planter. I had to remove most the dirt before it could be lifted high enough to clear the hand railing.
A symphony of flowers, mostly violets and violas, are appearing around the yard and garden. The violins, cellos, and basses, shouldn't be far behind. The brass, woodwinds, and percussion, will be along after all danger of frost is gone for the season.
Our evening was a very quiet one last night. Shower taken and belly full, I fought to keep my eyes open past eight, but lasted until almost ten. It appears my night owl bride cleaned house while I was slumbering away upstairs.
I'm going to get this uploaded then go for my morning stroll. On the agenda for today will be to remove the deck boards nearest the house and finish skirting the living room. If there's any time and/or energy remaining, I'll begin leveling the deck.
Regardless of time or energy, no doubt, we'll take our traditional Sunday afternoon drive and get Sargie's Coke.
After all, a man's work is never done.
So are the tales from Pentoga Road...
36 degrees/clear skies/calm winds
Pentoga Road
It's a beginning to another beautiful day here in God's country. Saturday's high of 72 felt downright heavenly. Unfortunately, that's the warmest it's to be for the next several days as Carl says our temperatures won't climb far out of the 50's. To add insult to injury, a smattering of rain is forecast to fall here and there.Saturday morning began with a gorgeous five mile stroll.
Ever been alone and felt like someone/something was watching you?
This doe has to be someone's pet. I got within five feet of her before she slowly walked into the woods. When I turned to leave, she followed me closely up the road for a while.
One of the camp owners must be doing some hand feeding. As wild as they are, deer will become tame as puppy dogs when food is involved.
Back home, I noticed the swallows are back.
I was working on the skirting for the crawl space under the living room when I heard Jambo's four wheeler. I walked to the road and watched as the boy loaded his two wheeled cart with precious and valuable Maple Valley rocks from our pile.
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| Caught on camera |
We enjoyed a cup of coffee later and solved all the world's problems. Okay, I lied, but we did agree that it's about time to go fishing.
Serious discussions finished, I got to work on the skirting. It had to fit in behind the siding and the thick Styrofoam insulation made installation more difficult than it should have been.
To make matters worse, I saw that a section of fiberboard had fallen down from under the floor. There was nothing to do but slide underneath on my back and fix it.
The old board had gotten wet and disintegrated when I tried to lift it back into place. That meant sliding back out to get a tape measure, then back in to measure, back out to find a piece of OSB plywood and cut it to size, then back in to attach the thing only inches above my face.
The insulation and board were finally reinstalled and I was able to continue.
It was late afternoon and I was getting tired when the last piece of insulated skirting was fastened into place.
As of now, other than a bit of trim, the sides that face out are done. All that remains is the space between the living room and the deck.
I decided the solar panels will be relocated to the south side of the new garden house. I'll use them to provide power for the warming pads (mats for germinating seeds) and possibly run the fountain and filters in the new pond.
There was some lattice left over from doing the front of the house. Hmm. Why not?
The temperatures were warm and there was still some daylight left. I moved my attentions to removing the large planter on the deck closest to the house.
My reasons are two fold. First, several boards next the the house will have to be removed so I can reach down to attach the skirt rather than crawl the entire distance under the living room.
Second, the deck still has a sag in the middle. I need to get as much weight off as possible so it can be leveled.
Only one problem. The old Ford tractor wasn't powerful enough to lift the planter. I had to remove most the dirt before it could be lifted high enough to clear the hand railing.
Sargie arrived home from work. We were unwilling to surrender the warmest day of the year, so we spent time walking around the yard and garden enjoying the evening.
Our evening was a very quiet one last night. Shower taken and belly full, I fought to keep my eyes open past eight, but lasted until almost ten. It appears my night owl bride cleaned house while I was slumbering away upstairs.
I'm going to get this uploaded then go for my morning stroll. On the agenda for today will be to remove the deck boards nearest the house and finish skirting the living room. If there's any time and/or energy remaining, I'll begin leveling the deck.
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| This frog has made the garden pond his home. He croaked all day yesterday hoping to find a girlfriend. If croaking is any indication, he still hasn't found her. |
After all, a man's work is never done.
So are the tales from Pentoga Road...
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| Sargie found this in the laundry. During one of my many stories to the first graders, I'd told them of catching a larger than life halibut in Alaska. They asked if I'd bring a picture and I said that if I remembered, I would. Slipping me a note at the end of the day, one young fisherman wasn't going to let me forget. |
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