Tuesday was garden house rafter day.
This one was a test to see if the pattern actually fit. It did!

August 13, 2019 - Tuesday evening
61 degrees/cloudy/calm winds
Pentoga Road

Everything is once again green and plush after almost an inch of rain fell last night and this morning. It's been a strange summer, one that's been feast or famine for rainfall.

Thankfully, it was famine the majority of the time I was digging the pond. We've had normal rainfall since.

Tuesday morning began by defrosting the upright freezer in the garage. It took over an hour to sort through all the food. Some of it was hidden in the back recesses and was several years old.



There will be some happy Pentoga Road bears tonight. I emptied almost an entire garbage can full of old freezer burned meat, vegetables, and even a loaf of three year old forgotten bread. Sargie and I have sworn that we'll be better stewards of both our freezers.

The freezer's almost empty.
Worry not, there's another large chest freezer in the basement that is full to overflowing.

Most of the day was spent making a pattern so I could begin building the rafters for the garden house. 

Talk about frustrating... the top angle was to be 33.7 degrees. Yeah, like I can cut an angle to the tenth of a degree. With a notch further down the board that will rest on the wall, both cuts had to be almost perfect.

It took awhile, but the pattern was finally finished.



After that, it was a matter of tracing and cutting. I finished twelve of the needed twenty four late this afternoon. The rest will be done on Wednesday.

I spent over an hour late this afternoon picking blueberries. Last night's rain should really be a boost to those that come on later in the summer ensuring we have a good harvest.

Sargie was home early tonight and we enjoyed beef stew from last winter that I found in the freezer. It was as delicious tonight as it was last January.

Sargie opens the Vision Center Wednesday morning. I'm going to finish the last twelve rafters and time permitting, install a ridge pole onto which the rafters will meet and fasten. 

It's time to get this uploaded and think about calling it a day. My eyes are growing heavy and my concentration is waning. 

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

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...

I need a mushroomologist to tell me what variety this is. It has yellow ridges and a fluid that looks like blood flowing from the top.