My oldest granddaughter, fifteen-year-old Abigail, with a bookcase she just completed.

April 19, 2020 - Sunday morning

31 degrees/breezy/cloudy

Pentoga Road

Okay, so Grandpa's going to brag a bit. Abba is an A student, plays a mean game of softball, runs track, and isn't a bad carpenter, or is that carpentress? Regardless, I'm proud of her. She's not only talented, she's beautiful. 

Good job, Sweetheart!

Saturday was a busy one. Ross and Holly are having trouble with muskrats that insist on burrowing into the bank of their lakeside home. I set up a colony trap Saturday morning and we were barely out of town before Ross sent a text saying one had already been caught. 

I needed to purchase another piece of plexiglass to replace the one that had chipped while cutting it Friday afternoon. 

Talk about highway robbery.  

I went to pay for a 2x4 foot piece of quarter inch plexiglass at Home Depot and when the clerk told me it cost $71, I almost had a heart attack. I'd paid $50 last spring for a 4x8 sheet, twice as large, at Menard's lumber. 

Her only response was that everything is going up in price. 

Having no choice, I forked over the money as I wanted to get the last window made and installed in the garden house.

Much of the afternoon was spent making the frame to house that very expensive piece of fake glass.



The most difficult part was cutting a rabbit, a groove in which the plexiglass is seated. I used a router and took my time. Though not perfect, as Mississippi Garry says, it was "good 'nuff."

The curve is not perfect by any definition of the word, but to quote ol' Jambo, "Trim can make anything look good."

I'll be installing the trim around all the windows after the siding is installed.

Jambo volunteered to make the door with a rounded top. He's planning to use 5/4 cedar and I'm anxious to see how it turns out. Jambo's more than a carpenter, he's an artist. The last I heard, the boy's talking about making Dutch doors with a very unique handle.

I've noticed that the nightcrawlers have done a superb job of aerating the lawn. (For city people, those are big ol' fishin' worms.) It's difficult to walk from the barn to the garden without stepping on the wet, gooey, slippery, castings, they've left behind from their nightly mating escapades.

We've tried to improve the lawn over the years and I'm happy to see nightcrawlers moving in and enriching the soil. 

I went for a late afternoon walk to Pentoga Village and back. The wind was so strong that it made the air seem much colder than it really was.

I'm not sure what's on today's schedule. I'm going for a quick walk this morning then plan to clean the shop later. After all the sawing, ripping, routering, rabbiting, and muttering, there's sawdust and tools lying all over the place. Other than that, I'll leave our agenda for Sargie to make.

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

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...

Today's random Alaska picture needs no explanation.