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| One of my baby girls - Ivy |
44 degrees/clear skies/calm winds
Pentoga Road
Happy Father's Day to all you dads out there in Daddyland. I especially want to wish my four sons a good and special day. Andy, Matt, Luke, and Josh, combined, have nine babies, all beautiful in every way.
And I can't forget Macrea. I wonder what Hambone is fixing him for breakfast this morning?
As always, I'm thinking of Dad today. I wish he were here. The older I get, the more I miss him.
Happy Father's Day, Dad. I love you.
Saturday was a filled with nonstop fun and games on Pentoga Road. I spent all morning and much of the early afternoon moving wood, one wheel barrow at a time, from a pile that has been stored under a tarp in back to one of the front wood sheds.
The shed was almost completely empty when I began. By midmorning, it still wasn't half full.
The original plan was to work for an hour or two, then quit and go onto something else. The morning was cool, there was a nice breeze, and with the aid of a fistful of ibuprofen tablets, I kept hauling wood. The south shed was filled to the ceiling by mid afternoon.
As I told Sargie, at least we know we'll be warm through Christmas.
There's still more wood to move and plenty to work up that's sitting in the trailer. Rather than burning only softwood, largely popple, this winter, I plan to mix it with hard wood, mostly maple.
There are many more BTU's in hardwood and it maintains heat for a much longer period of time. Since I'm planning to substitute teach again this coming winter, a stove filled with hardwood in the morning before the last person leaves will provide heat throughout the day, even when there's no one home to fill it. A stove burning softwood requires replenishing every couple of hours, something that's not a problem when there's someone here, but otherwise, we come home to a chilly house.
Where to put all this new hardwood? Sargie and I talked and I think I'll purchase a portable garage to be erected out of sight, on the other side of the barn. They are relatively inexpensive and seem to last for several years. Andy's had one for a couple of years and likes it very much. If his can withstand northern Maine's heavy snow and winds, one should do just fine here in the UP.
The rest of the day and early evening was spent on the mower. With ear buds plugged solidly into my head and those covered with set of sound reducing ear muffs, I bee-bopped my way around the lawn, the meadows, and even part of the trails.
I wonder if there's money to be made in publishing a song list best suited for mowing? Personally, when it comes to sitting high atop the rider, I'm an AC/DC fan.
Set the rpm's on the mower, engage the blades, select AD/DC's Thunderstruck, crank up the volume, engage the cruise control, and let 'er rip. When it comes to mowing grass and singing, Angus Young has nothing on this old guy.
Sargie arrived home from work and we had a quiet evening. I spent much of it looking for the least expensive flights for us to attend Josh's Coast Guard retirement ceremony in early August. There's no such thing as a cheap ticket.
Sargie works from noon to five today. I've been away from the pond project long enough that I'm ready to get started again. First on the agenda will be to move a large pile of dirt so I can continue digging. Two more days on the backhoe should see this phase of pond construction complete. After will come the manual labor of shaping the terraces to the bottom.
Meanwhile, it's time to get another cup of coffee and try to find a bit of news, see what's going on in the world outside of Pentoga Road.
After all, a man's work is never done.
So are the tales from Pentoga Road...
The shed was almost completely empty when I began. By midmorning, it still wasn't half full.
The original plan was to work for an hour or two, then quit and go onto something else. The morning was cool, there was a nice breeze, and with the aid of a fistful of ibuprofen tablets, I kept hauling wood. The south shed was filled to the ceiling by mid afternoon.
As I told Sargie, at least we know we'll be warm through Christmas.
There's still more wood to move and plenty to work up that's sitting in the trailer. Rather than burning only softwood, largely popple, this winter, I plan to mix it with hard wood, mostly maple.
There are many more BTU's in hardwood and it maintains heat for a much longer period of time. Since I'm planning to substitute teach again this coming winter, a stove filled with hardwood in the morning before the last person leaves will provide heat throughout the day, even when there's no one home to fill it. A stove burning softwood requires replenishing every couple of hours, something that's not a problem when there's someone here, but otherwise, we come home to a chilly house.
Where to put all this new hardwood? Sargie and I talked and I think I'll purchase a portable garage to be erected out of sight, on the other side of the barn. They are relatively inexpensive and seem to last for several years. Andy's had one for a couple of years and likes it very much. If his can withstand northern Maine's heavy snow and winds, one should do just fine here in the UP.
The rest of the day and early evening was spent on the mower. With ear buds plugged solidly into my head and those covered with set of sound reducing ear muffs, I bee-bopped my way around the lawn, the meadows, and even part of the trails.
I wonder if there's money to be made in publishing a song list best suited for mowing? Personally, when it comes to sitting high atop the rider, I'm an AC/DC fan.
Set the rpm's on the mower, engage the blades, select AD/DC's Thunderstruck, crank up the volume, engage the cruise control, and let 'er rip. When it comes to mowing grass and singing, Angus Young has nothing on this old guy.
Sargie arrived home from work and we had a quiet evening. I spent much of it looking for the least expensive flights for us to attend Josh's Coast Guard retirement ceremony in early August. There's no such thing as a cheap ticket.
Sargie works from noon to five today. I've been away from the pond project long enough that I'm ready to get started again. First on the agenda will be to move a large pile of dirt so I can continue digging. Two more days on the backhoe should see this phase of pond construction complete. After will come the manual labor of shaping the terraces to the bottom.
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| A very fragrant honeysuckle bush in full bloom |
After all, a man's work is never done.
So are the tales from Pentoga Road...
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| Lake Pentoga is turning into a beautiful lawn |
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