Rain rain rain rain rain and.... more rain

May 20, 2019 - Monday morning

42 degrees/partly cloudy/breezy

Pentoga Road

I well remember telling anyone who visited ten years ago to take short showers and to please, not let the faucet run unnecessarily. I'd just purchased the house and property on Pentoga Road and the area was in the middle of a three year drought. 

As I remember, our precipitation was something like seventeen inches below normal for the year. Global warming, drought, famine, and certain death were all forecast to take over the entire country.

The homeowners of our local lake drank the Kool-aid and decided to drill a well to keep the water level up to normal. The pump has run very little, if at all, since, but they'll be paying for the well and maintenance in the form of taxes forever.

I had no idea how much water lie in the bottom of our shallow well. Just back from Alaska for a few short weeks on summer break, I was fearful that I might hear that sucking noise that signals an empty well.

Yeah, well, no pun intended, we know how that story turned out ten years later, at least in the UP of Michigan.

The well never did run dry and the water table often insists on occasionally poking its wet head above ground.

Sunday was a yawner on Pentoga Road. I spent a couple hours in the shop and roughed out a name that had been ordered earlier, adding what has become my signature, a bird turned on the lathe sitting on top. 

I still have to paint the bird and put the finishing touches and several coats of poly on the name and that job will be finished.

Sargie and I did get out for a short drive. With rain pounding down, there wasn't much to look at, but we gabbed our way around the area.

A drive through one of the local cemeteries saw Grandpa Dobson's grave marker in good shape.

I made it for Sheri's family several years ago and am happy to see that the cedar wood with a cement base is holding up.

The rest of the day was pretty ho hum. I did take a wonderful grandpa afternoon nap and later, we enjoyed munching popcorn while watching tv.

As the APM (Assistant Popcorn Maker) it's Sargie's job to keep me company while I stand at the stove in the kitchen 

It must be spring in northern Maine. Andy sent this picture of a large pot of fiddleheads.

They're further into spring than we are. Our fiddleheads have yet to sprout above ground.

Carl says our rain is done for a few days. I'm going to use this down time to finish the name in the shop, dismantle a pyramid planter alongside the barn, and make the window openings on the rear wall of the future garden house.

But first, I think I'll take a morning stroll to Pentoga Village and back.

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

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...

After a long winter, the dock was just installed last week and already, it's nearly under water.