There's something about a boy, water, sand, and a 90 degree summer day that seems downright American.
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June 8, 2020 - Monday evening

82 degrees/clear skies/breezy

Pentoga Road

I don't know why I'm writing more now in the evening other than I'm easily bored. We get a few thousand stations via Direct TV, Netflix, Amazon Prime, and Hulu, and out of all of them, there're probably six or eight shows that I care to watch.

The others? The older I get, the less I care. Seems anymore, my idea of a wild evening of entertainment consists of watching turning or scroll saw videos on Youtube.

It's been a busy one today... well, an active one. I met Rose and we walked to Pentoga Bridge this morning. 

Things are well in Rose's world. A farm girl and master gardener, Rose has both feet firmly fastened to the ground. Her husband, Tim, is the same. Seems with either, we have more to talk about than time in which to do it.

Hambone, Grandma Sargie, and I, left for Iron Mountain mid morning where we purchased the siding for the garden house. 

Hopefully, we'll begin putting it on this weekend. I'm tired of the Tyvek look we've been staring at since last fall. After the siding comes the door, the trim and shutters, finishing the fascia, adding the cupola on top, and last but not least, a weather vane sporting a big ol' rooster.

Hambone was a big help today. He used the rolling magnet to gather all the nails that had been spilled since beginning the construction of the garden house and after, swept the floor.

The rest of the day was spent either swimming in or playing around the pond. 

I came across a picture this morning that was taken towards the end of last summer just before the liner was installed. At the time, I was seriously questioning my sanity at taking on such a big project. Every day last summer was spent either digging or moving dirt and in the process, destroying a large part of the garden I'd worked so hard to make over the years.

Watching Hambone play in the sand and water today affirmed that all the hard work was well worthwhile. 

I'm not sure what's on Tuesday's menu. Carl says it's going to be hot. No doubt I'll take my early morning walk. I'm thinking of going to a local sawmill after and picking up a 4x8 foot (a full cord) bundle of hardwood slabs. I'm always looking for an inexpensive, yet more efficient, way to heat the house and shop. I thought I'd give hardwood slabs a try along with our conventional firewood.

No doubt, with the continued heat, we'll be playing in the pond tomorrow afternoon. Heavy rain is to begin Wednesday and continue into Thursday morning so we'd better play while the sun shines.

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

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...