I'm giving Sargie a 10.0 on her bathroom painting performance.
Here you see her executing a flawless half twist double whammy stroke, featuring a bent/straight knee, one foot on the ladder, the other on the top of the bathroom stool, while ever-so-delicately painting a hard-to-reach corner.
Lord, it's no wonder I love that girl so much.

August 27, 2020 - Thursday morning

66 degrees/cloudy/calm winds

Pentoga Road

Another .8 of an inch of rain fell last evening adding to the feet of rainfall we've received this summer. Who needs Hurricane Laura in the south or Sitka's rain forest in SE Alaska when he can live in the Upper Peninsula? 

Along with giant mosquitoes, we've got it all.

Wednesday was bathroom day. Well, not exactly in the potty term, but rather that of painting the walls and hanging a cabinet. After a quick trip to the hardware store for a quart of paint, Sargie began applying a fresh coat that saw her finish shortly after noon.

I played gofer boy, assisting much like a caddie does in a championship golf match. Thankfully, I mean regretfully, the bathroom is too small for both of us to paint at the same time, so I had to be content by lending a supporting hand and doing other chores around the house that needed my attention.

Finished painting, Sargie and I measured, talked, measured, talked some more, did some final ciphering, and finally, hung the new cabinet.

Doing it in a very calculated way, I found the first stud, then measured sixteen inches to the side. The next stud wasn't there.

Where in the devil did it go? Something had to be holding the wall in place. 

I finally employed Dad's sure fire method of finding a stud by employing the Pennington Family knuckle rap.

I banged on the wall and just as I learned in music school at the university fifty years ago, listened to the timbre and pitch. A picture of a wood pecker intent on drilling for a tasty meal of insects ran through my mind as I found the needed stud each and every time.

In the end, the cabinet was hung.

Holly, Ross, Jeanne, and Aria, stopped by for a quick visit. We enjoyed their company and laughed as Aria entertained us by playing with the rocks around the pond.

I picked a few goodies from the garden to send home along with a few jars of maple syrup.

Spaghetti squash, rutabagas, carrots

Grandma Sargie talked with Grady last night and learned he had a good first day of school. A busy boy, after, he went on to earn his second belt in karate and even broke a board with his foot. 

* A wise grandpa's note here: That's better than breaking your foot with a board.

I can only hope and pray Hambone will be as adept at cutting fire wood for Pawpaw and Grandma Sargie when he comes of age.

It appears there's a chance that Grandbaby Makenna will be coming home sooner rather than later from the Children's Hospital in Milwaukee. Born over two months prematurely, it appears her body is catching up with time and she'll be able to join Mommy, Daddy, and her big brother and sister.

Makenna and Daddy, Shea

I'm going for my walk in a few minutes then hope to work on the Lord's Prayer at the scroll saw today as it's too wet to do anything outdoors. At least it's to quit raining for a few days, but I see next week's highs are forecast to be only in the low 60's or upper 50's. 

Time to get this day started.

Our visitors heading back to Iron Mountain

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

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...

Ross is dwarfed by one of the giant sunflowers. I was hoping he'd get down on his knees to make it look that much higher.
The plant would be taller if it weren't leaning with the heavy flower pulling the stem down.