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| Fresh baby zucchini squash are just a few days away |
67 degrees/clear skies/calm winds
Pentoga Road
The current pattern of hot, dry, days with well above average temperatures continues with no end in sight. Highs are averaging near 90 on a daily basis accompanied by humidity that makes doing any physical work uncomfortable.
I've said for the past several years that we're over due for a hot summer. It's here.
Al Gore must be jumping for joy.
Today's entry is in two parts. First will be the usual dialogue/pictures of yesterday's nonstop, exciting, Pentoga Road action... yawn, followed by pictures that were sent by Josh and Andy of last week's visit to the Big Woods in northern Maine. Though I can't really comment on the photos as I wasn't there, I hope you'll enjoy the scenery.
Meanwhile, back on Pentoga Road:
After arriving home from my early Sunday morning walk, I began trimming out the door on the garden house. The first order of business was to cut some overlapping siding away from the door jam.
It's now ready for the trim and stops against which the Dutch doors will close.
Speaking of Dutch doors, I installed a barrel latch that connects the top and bottom.
The sun was shining where I was working and it became stifling. Time to move to the shop.
There was a piece of popple that was earlier pulled from the firewood pile. It was big, it was ugly, and it was a good size on which to practice turning something that had a larger diameter with a decent depth.
Thankfully, the lathe features on demand digital turning speeds. Initially, the wood was so off balance that I had the RPMs set to barely over zero. Even at that, the lathe was bouncing all over the shop.
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| Ride 'em cowboy! |
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| Just like a big piece of clay. Now I can begin to fashion something. |
The RPMs were high and I was daydreaming. Holding a piece of 60 grit sandpaper to the bottom inside of the bowl, the sandpaper caught and it, along with my hand, was thrown at a bullet's speed out and into the chisel rest that had been haphazardly moved out of the way.
Initially, I thought my wrist was broken, but I think it was just bruised. It'll be a day or two before I do any handstands up and down Pentoga Road.
Just goes to show how dangerous these machines can be and there's no room for daydreaming, even when performing a most mind numbing menial task like sanding.
Big and heavy, I'll mount the large bowl back on the lathe later today and continue. It's like falling off a bike, scaling a ladder to taller heights, or sitting atop a horse after sliding off. I need to take sandpaper in hand, pay attention, and do it right.
After the bowl is completed? Why, I need to practice making a fitted lid.
I wanted to work on the pond pump Sunday afternoon. Ok, really, it was the perfect excuse to go swimming.
Caused by the heat, we've noticed the water is turning darker. It's beginning to look like a real Midwest lake or pond.
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| Look closely Kevin Costner danced with the wolves I'm swimming with the goldfish... basically the same thing |
Sargie kept busy throughout the day doing those things that Sargie does. What I do know is that she cut up an absolutely delicious watermelon and put a huge bowl filled with pieces in the refrigerator.
Part of last evening was spent by the pond, watching the goldfish as they eagerly gulped the food that we'd scattered on the surface.
As mentioned earlier, Luke, Josh, and Andy, spent three days last week in the Big Woods of northern Maine. It was a special time where only daddies and munchkins attended.
I'll let you decipher the pictures, but hopefully you'll enjoy the scenery. They were about an hour and a half south of where, when they were growing up, the boys and I spent countless days doing just what they did last week with their children, our grandbabies.
Hope you enjoy.
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| Andy, Luke, Josh |
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| Coleman, Wyatt, Cody, Ellie, Ivy |
After all, a man's work is never done.
So are the tales from Pentoga Road...
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