The snow just keeps falling...

April 21, 2029 - Tuesday Morning

23 degrees/SNOW/windy

Pentoga Road

It's time to take the quarterly break from writing. I don't mind writing my thoughts and sharing pictures every morning, but it's difficult to come up with anything different on a daily basis without getting political and/or opinionated and that's not what this blog is about. 

The world has enough whacked out opinions. Just look towards Washington DC.

This virus has got the country shut down and the news only talks about how many people have died/recovered/who's at fault, blah blah blah blah. Honestly, I quit watching the news long ago. 

I read where oil is in the negative numbers. Yeah, well, if that's so, shouldn't they be paying me to fill the car with gas? If it weren't for this virus, one could make a living by just driving around, running his tank dry, then find a gas station, fill up, and collect a check before he drives away.

It makes perfect sense to me, about as much sense as this virus and some of the silly rules that go with it. We can't even buy paint or garden seed for cryin' out loud. 

Our governor has deemed neither essential. 

Anyway, Monday was a rainy/snowy day. Each time I attempted to take a walk, it either began raining or snowing. I finally got one in last night.

Much of Monday morning was spent in the shop where  more window grids were made.

I was peeling a sticker from one of the scrap boards when I happened to actually read what was printed.

New Zealand? We're surrounded by all kinds of coniferous trees and sawmills and the big box stores have to buy their lumber from New Zealand? No wonder the country's in the shape it's in.

New Zealand aside, another set of grids were made to snap onto the inside of the garden house windows.

I'll be making grids for the south side windows next.

The rest of the shop time was spent making a random bowl.



I love the chisel Mississippi Brother Garry gave me as it has a much longer handle and with a  carbide tip, is sharper than anything I've previously used. The chisel made the vase/bowl/whatever you want to call it, much easier to turn on the inside. Also, Garry's lessons given during last month's visit really helped me to be a better turner. The boy should have been a teacher during his working years.

So, that's about all the news from this end. Not much. Like everyone else, we're waiting for the world to open back up. 

There is one upside, I haven't read where anyone's passed away from the flu or pneumonia or any of those other maladies that take tens of thousands of souls yearly. I guess one crisis leaves and another takes its place, said Tom, tongue in cheek.

OK, enough. I'll be back, no doubt, in a day or ten, when the weather changes or I'm recharged and ready to put fingers to keyboard.

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

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...

Today's random Alaska picture:
That's my airboat I used during the spring/summer/fall months in the arctic so I could travel when the ice was questionable. Often, I would be zooming along in water, run up on an ice floe for a mile or two, then be back in the water. It gave me much more accessibility to the various area villages without having to use a bush plane.

Fun? You have no idea how much fun, but I found myself having to be more of an aircraft mechanic than a pilot to keep the Lycoming aircraft engine operating.