September 4, 2020 - Friday morning

42 degrees/clear skies/calm winds

Pentoga Road

I'm muttering this morning. Seems the service I use to publish the blog has changed their editing formats to a "new and better" method. 

Yeah.

If something works, why can't they just leave it alone? I'm stumbling all over the place this morning in an attempt to figure all this out. 

It ain't purty. No sir. It ain't purty at all.

The only thing to report on this morning is that we have a new pump and pressure tank sitting in the basement. Finally, we can be on the first floor and enjoy a normal conversation without having to yell over the squeals of the old pump each time it delivered water from the well.

 

The pressure tank is also much larger than the old one, something that ensures the pump doesn't run early as much when the garden is being irrigated or a a large amount of water is being used.

It was a chilly, windy, rainy, day on Thursday. Sargie and I were content to sit inside and watch/listen to Plumber Vince and his son install the new system. They ran out of time to include the pitcher pump, but promised they would be back in the near future to include that in our well system.

I finally got to go for my walk early last evening.

Rose had earlier expressed an interest in collecting deer sheds, discarded antlers commonly found in the woods after the fall rut is over.

We've had some sitting around here for quite a while and I was happy to include those on my walk to the Barn to begin Rose's collection. I've come close to running over them more than once and can't imagine a tire surviving being skewed by the tip of an antler.

Walking around the Barn and preparing for the two mile return trip home, I was surprised when the side door opened and Rose stepped out. The folks weren't due in until last evening.

Seems Rose came up early to can tomatoes. After nearly scaring each other to death, we had a short visit before I walked back home. Tim was to arrive last evening.

Greta the pup hurried to be included in the picture

Much of yesterday was spent working on my hiking blog, something that I hope will be incorporated into an Alaska/Appalachian Trail book if and when I complete the trail in 2022. It's interesting and challenging to write in a completely different format, something I enjoy doing a great deal.

Nikki sent a new picture of Makenna and was happy to report that she's now drinking the entire contents of her bottle. Hopefully, the feeding tube can be removed sooner rather than later.

Assuming it dries today, I'll be making a quick pass over the lawn, meadows, and trails, in an attempt to make them look nice for Sunday's gathering. Between all the rain and the skunks suddenly destroying the back yard in search of grubs, it's going to be a challenge to get anything to look decent. I've set up some lethal deterrents for the skunks and hopefully, they'll go away sooner rather than later.

But first, it's time to head out on my walk. 

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

So are the tales from Pentoga Road... 

Luke sent a picture of a nice panfish he recently landed