Look what's coming our way

October 12, 2020 - Monday morning

53 degrees/cloudy/WINDY

Pentoga Road

Just a second. I have some personal business to take are of. 

Wade, can you text me your phone number and I'll send what you need. I've searched every nook and cranny on my phone and can't find your's. Sorry about that buddy!

It looks likes it going to be a shop/garden house day. A cold front is headed our way and the last I read, we're to get a minimum of one, and quite possibly, two or more inches of rain today. 

Put it this way, Sargie and I won't be sitting on the back deck working on our highly defined tan lines over our deeply chiseled bodies today. 

Not a lot in the news department on Pentoga Road this morning. We had a typical quasi lazy Sunday. Though the sun shown brightly, it was windy.

We enjoyed a big brunch after my morning walk. Sargie had discovered a big hambone with plenty of attached meat we'd placed in the freezer sometime in the past ten years, so she decided to make a huge pot of bean soup.

With it simmering for the day, we set off on our ride through the Ottawa National Forest west of Iron River.

All the reds and oranges have disappeared, but isolated yellow patches of leaves still remain. We enjoyed driving through as many as we could find.

One of this week's goals is to finish dehydrating as many apples as possible. Another batch was worked up after our arrival home Sunday afternoon.

Each slice is covered in cinnamon and sugar, causing our house to smell like one big apple pie. People pay big money for artificial scents. Ours is all natural.

It was a learning afternoon in the shop that taught me no small amount of humility. After turning a bit on the laminated bowl, it became apparent that I'd cut the rings too thin, making me gently navigate between the inside and outside walls of the vessel.

I knew it was going to be close. Just a bit more... 

Yeah, a bit more was a bit too much. As I said, it was a learning day. I'll make more bowls like this one, the next one, segmented, but hopefully, the outcome will be better. At least yesterday's efforts didn't go completely to waste. At Sargie's suggestion, I turned below the tear and after some interior sanding, should finish a newly designed, more shallow, bowl later today.

It was cold and windy and nothing but the best of comfort foods would do. Sargie's bean soup, loaded with huge pieces of ham, filled the bill. 

I'm fairly certain Mozart's Requiem Mass in D Minor played in our bedroom over night. 

In family pictures, Shea sent the following. At four months of age, Makenna's growing like a weed and very alert.

So, a big rain is in the forecast. I'm going to zip out the door here in a few minutes and try to put a few miles under my feet before it arrives. Otherwise, there's the bowl to finish and Christmas presents on which to work. We'll go for our ride at some point today and then, there's more bean soup to enjoy.

Hmm, I'm thinking tonight's symphony might be more upbeat. How about Barnum and Bailey's Favorite, their famous circus theme song? As I remember, it's in Ab Major. Much faster and upbeat than the Requiem, I can do that, but it might require a third bowl.

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

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...

High atop Milligan Mountain, Aria couldn't figure out why this little boy wouldn't talk back. I'm told she later sat on his foot, hoping for a horsey ride. That didn't happen either.