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| Sargie and I took a three mile stroll to our local lake Sunday evening |
43 degrees/calm winds/partly cloudy
Pentoga Road
Once again, Carl has surprised us, this time in a positive nature. Originally, he forecasted rain for this past weekend and right into this week. Now, he's changed his story and no rain is predicted to fall until Wednesday and Thursday, the two days I sub. Perfect timing!
Sunday was a busy affair on Pentoga Road. I took my usual morning hike then returned to begin boxing in the last side of the living room, that which lies under the deck.
The first order of business was to remove several decking boards so I could work from above, rather than crawl under the living room.
I'm not afraid of snakes and spiders or other creepy crawly things and tight spaces don't bother me. I simply hate bumping my head a thousand times as I wiggle my way under a structure that is only inches above my head.
Yesterday's job went faster than expected. Since the deck hides the crawl space, I was able to attach the insulated plywood directly onto the outside of the siding. It was by far the easiest in this big job of insulating the front foundation of the house and boxing in the crawl space. Other than trim, the job is finished.
The water level is the highest now that I've ever seen it, up to the 1970's levels. When I first bought the house on Pentoga Road, the water was eight or ten feet out from the bushes with a large gravel beach showing. Now it's almost up to a protective berm that was built years ago to keep the parking lot from flooding.
We "neighbor'd" a bit along the way, stopping and catching up on the local gossip with one who was working in his yard. Our third closest neighbor, he lives a mile away.
Last night was a quiet one until my feet developed a mind of their own.
When I get tired, my feet start jumping. Restless Leg Syndrome I think it's called and prescription medication seems to have little effect. The only way I can escape the agony is to go to bed and fall asleep.
I've always had it a bit, but in my advancing age, it's getting worse. As I keep saying, getting old sure isn't for sissies.
OK, enough whining. I'm going for my morning stroll then I want to get that deck leveled. The dealer called saying the riding mower is done and ready for another season of use.
It's time to get this show on the road.
After all, a man's work is never done.
So are the tales from Pentoga Road...
I'm not afraid of snakes and spiders or other creepy crawly things and tight spaces don't bother me. I simply hate bumping my head a thousand times as I wiggle my way under a structure that is only inches above my head.
Yesterday's job went faster than expected. Since the deck hides the crawl space, I was able to attach the insulated plywood directly onto the outside of the siding. It was by far the easiest in this big job of insulating the front foundation of the house and boxing in the crawl space. Other than trim, the job is finished.
We enjoyed a big breakfast of eggs and fried taters. After a bit of a break, I returned to the deck in an effort to level the thing. Boards came off, jacks came out. Rain began to fall and forced me back inside.
So much for the deck.
Sargie and I made a quick trip to Iron Mountain where I purchased a twelve ton bottle jack. I've been needing one for years and have simply gotten by. Leveling the deck was the perfect reason why I should have my own.
It was too late to begin any meaningful work when we arrived back home. The weather had cleared and neither Sargie or I were ready to call it day. Why not walk to the lake?
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| Green is my most favorite color this time of the year. |
We "neighbor'd" a bit along the way, stopping and catching up on the local gossip with one who was working in his yard. Our third closest neighbor, he lives a mile away.
Last night was a quiet one until my feet developed a mind of their own.
When I get tired, my feet start jumping. Restless Leg Syndrome I think it's called and prescription medication seems to have little effect. The only way I can escape the agony is to go to bed and fall asleep.
I've always had it a bit, but in my advancing age, it's getting worse. As I keep saying, getting old sure isn't for sissies.
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| Sandhill Cranes |
It's time to get this show on the road.
After all, a man's work is never done.
So are the tales from Pentoga Road...
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