August 29, 2020 - Saturday evening

58 degrees/clear skies/calm winds

Pentoga Road

We just arrived home from celebrating Yooper Brother Mark's 60th birthday. The youngster has finally crossed over the bridge of six decades and is ready for the next sixty years. 

Mark, Sheri, Jerad, Sargie, and I, met for a great birthday supper tonight at our local Italian restaurant. 

Our meals were out of this world.  Sargie had chicken breasts. I devoured a complete rack of ribs with a side of spaghetti.

We enjoyed birthday cake and ice cream at Mark and Sheri's home after dinner. As with everything Sheri cooks or bakes, the German chocolate cake was outstanding.



I've been working on Yooper Brother Mark's presents for the past few days.




The plate is from hickory wood that he brought back from his plant in Kentucky. 



I spent much of this afternoon in the shop working on the Lord's Prayer. It's coming, but ever so slowly.

I finished the first board and started on the second. 

I've discovered that it's much easier to saw the more intricate letters by frequently changing the blades. I went through three today.

 I'll be going for my walk with Tim and Rose early Sunday morning. After, Sargie and I are driving to Iron Mountain for our first visit with Makenna. Shea and family will be driving up from Wisconsin to Macrea and Mel's.

By the time I finish writing in the evening, it's usually bedtime. Tonight is no exception.

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

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...