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| There's my baby boy Andy's moving from off the coast of Melbourne, to western Australia, out of the city of Karratha, on the Indian Ocean |
33 degrees/partly cloudy/calm winds
Pentoga Road
It appears under Andy's watchful eye, his boat and crew have set a record for securing the deepest moored oil rig of 7,500 feet off the coast of Melbourne.
That boy has sure traveled the world this year. First it was coastal Africa and dealing with pirates. Now he's hitting the bullseye anchoring oil rigs in over a mile and a half of water.
My youngest son said the temperatures are hitting 110 degrees during the Australian summer.
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Sargie and I received a beautiful towel in the mail from my friend, Eileen, who lives in Maine.
Eileen's always been quite the quilter and works magic while sitting at a sewing machine. We're proud of our penguin ice fisherman! Thank you, Eileen!
Saturday morning began on Yooper Brother Mark's garage roof.
We had a good time shoveling and talking while the snow flew from the roof to the ground.
Inside this rapidly aging body lies the soul of a five year old who couldn't resist jumping from the roof into the huge pile of snow. It wasn't that far, but it was fun.
Sargie and I took our usual daily drive and found ourselves parked in the middle of the road to let a galloping herd of wild turkeys cross in front of us.
One of our favorite drive-by activities is to find serious contenders for the Icicle Challenge.
In the Roof to Ground category, this house was the day's winner.
Back home and with the temperatures hitting the mid to upper 30's, I finally finished installing the flue on the outdoor wood furnace.
Sargie was alongside me the entire time, either helping with the stove pipe, carrying in wood, or clearing snow.
I told my bride that she is spoiling me. I guess that's what I love most about my Sargie and our relationship. Much of what we do, we do together.
The girl didn't find it a bit humorous when I told her to stay there long enough so I could snap her picture.
The temperatures were warm enough that I could work more than a few seconds without having to blow on my bare fingers. It was time to tear into the four wheeler.
After removing the plow, I checked the gas lines and connections to the gas tank then moved towards the rear and removed the seat and cover to the air box that contains the air filter. What I found shocked me. The box was filled with a full gallon of gas.
No wonder the machine wouldn't start. It was sucking gas rather than air. I removed the filter, siphoned the gas, said a silent prayer to the Baby Jesus of mechanics everywhere, and hit the starter button. The machine roared to life.
I've read that a faulty carburetor is probably at fault and will need a rebuild kit. That will be ordered soon. Thanks to Andy, Big Jim, and Scotty, for sending in suggestions to help find the cause for the ATV's mechanical failure.
With the four wheeler once again firing, I parked it in the barn and continued setting up the flue for the wood stove. Sargie had the roof cleaned and the top sections went together seamlessly.
On this next week's agenda is to make a shield for the stove pipe to keep future snow, that that slides off the roof of the barn, from demolishing it once again.
We had a good time shoveling and talking while the snow flew from the roof to the ground.
Inside this rapidly aging body lies the soul of a five year old who couldn't resist jumping from the roof into the huge pile of snow. It wasn't that far, but it was fun.
One of our favorite drive-by activities is to find serious contenders for the Icicle Challenge.
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| I'd be willing to bet that their satellite tv reception is less than perfect |
Back home and with the temperatures hitting the mid to upper 30's, I finally finished installing the flue on the outdoor wood furnace.
Sargie was alongside me the entire time, either helping with the stove pipe, carrying in wood, or clearing snow.
I told my bride that she is spoiling me. I guess that's what I love most about my Sargie and our relationship. Much of what we do, we do together.
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| Sargie had just gotten a face full of snow . |
I had to laugh at one point yesterday. I was working on the four wheeler in the barn when I heard Sargie yell my name.
Running outside and around the corner, she said to hurry, that her leg was stuck in a pile of snow and she was about to fall over backwards.
The girl didn't find it a bit humorous when I told her to stay there long enough so I could snap her picture.
The temperatures were warm enough that I could work more than a few seconds without having to blow on my bare fingers. It was time to tear into the four wheeler.
After removing the plow, I checked the gas lines and connections to the gas tank then moved towards the rear and removed the seat and cover to the air box that contains the air filter. What I found shocked me. The box was filled with a full gallon of gas.
No wonder the machine wouldn't start. It was sucking gas rather than air. I removed the filter, siphoned the gas, said a silent prayer to the Baby Jesus of mechanics everywhere, and hit the starter button. The machine roared to life.
I've read that a faulty carburetor is probably at fault and will need a rebuild kit. That will be ordered soon. Thanks to Andy, Big Jim, and Scotty, for sending in suggestions to help find the cause for the ATV's mechanical failure.
With the four wheeler once again firing, I parked it in the barn and continued setting up the flue for the wood stove. Sargie had the roof cleaned and the top sections went together seamlessly.
The temperature today is to be a rather balmy 40 degrees or even higher. I'll be climbing onto the roof over the living room and caulking a few nail heads to deter any future melting snow from leaking through the soffit. But first, I'll be going for a seven mile walk once the sun appears over the horizon.
After all, a man's work is never done.
So are the tales from Pentoga Road...
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