The Mighty Brule after 2.7 inches of rain

June 10, 2020 - Wednesday evening

57 degrees/partly cloudy/windy

Pentoga Road

The rain appears to be over and the temperature is definitely dropping. Over two and a half inches fell in less than twenty four hours. 

Wednesday was fairly mellow. After my morning walk, I went to the shop and made a wooden name for my friend, Amanda, who is a bookkeeper and accountant for the Florence School District. 

Again, the camera on my phone is less than ideal

I'll be driving to Florence Thursday afternoon to meet with Amanda who has agreed to help me navigate the Wisconsin web site for teacher certification. I'll be happy to have that done for another three years.

Hambone and I spent most of the afternoon in the shop. Under the watchful eye of Grandma Sargie, Grady made a picture frame and snowflake using popsicle sticks, a glue gun, paint, and glitter. 

In other words, Hambone was a busy boy.

I began work on a scroll saw project, something that should take most of my spare summertime shop hours. It's something I've wanted to do for many years, ever since Grandma Reinhardt crocheted a large table cloth composed entirely of the Lord's Prayer. Mine will be made in sections from wood.

Only seventy more words left to saw and that doesn't include any designs

It takes quite a while to prepare a piece, make the pattern ready, fasten it to the wood, drill holes... all before sawing can actually take place.

Drilling holes for inside sawing

Sargie put a large pork loin in the crock pot this afternoon along with carrots and cabbage. I sampled a bit this evening and it's delicious. That will be the main course tomorrow night when our friend, Rose, will be joining us for supper. Her husband, Tim, will be driving up for the weekend from the Chicagoland area late in the afternoon. 

I'm not certain what Thursday morning will bring. If the weather is less than favorable, no doubt, you'll be able to find Hambone and me in the shop being creative. Then there's the meeting in Florence shortly after lunch. Tomorrow night will be spent spreading frost blankets over the flowers and garden as the low is forecast to dip into the lower 30's. It never ends.

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

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...

My shadow is never far away and it won't be too many years before he's as tall as I am.