The pumpkins of fall, the snow of winter, and the slush of spring.

Which is it?

October 30, 2020 - Friday morning

27 degrees/cloudy/calm winds

Pentoga Road

I just looked at the extended forecast and see that Carl's predicting THREE DAYS of temperatures in the 50's along with plenty of sunshine for next week. 

Yeah, sure, Carl. We've been down this road before, the one where you promise nice weather only to change your mind at the last minute. 

Thursday was a blah-type day. I hopped in the car and rode with Sargie several miles down the road and walked back home.

 Not your average taxi driver!

Sargie's dentist's appointment went well and I'm happy to say my bride has no cavities. I asked if she got a toy, perhaps a sticker, as a reward for a perfect check up. Instead, she got to buy a new electric toothbrush, one that warns her if she's pushing against her gums too hard. 

When Sargie does something, she does it 100%, including brushing her teeth.

I worked in the shop all day, mostly playing with various types of blades for the scroll and bandsaws. Reading extensively about which blades will do what, I've collected quite an array of them, some worthless, others quite useable. 

My latest acquisition is one for the 9 inch bandsaw, a very thin blade with lots of small teeth. Supposedly it will allow me to make very tight cuts without making a burr along the saw lines. This would be very beneficial when making puzzles as, at best, it's tedious work with a scroll saw and the up and down action tends to rip the picture from the backing.

My new blade will be here next Wednesday. Until then, I'll prepare the pictures by gluing them onto the backing for the puzzles and prepare everything except sawing.

I worked for quite a while on a large popple bowl. I noticed sometime back that the blank from which it was turned had developed a few hairline surface cracks which thankfully, didn't penetrate the walls. After a period sitting on a shelf to "cure," the cracks traveled no further and I turned the blank into a bowl.

The problem is, though the cracks have been glued and are no longer a threat to the integrity of the bowl, they can be seen.

I have this wild idea. It's kind of out there, but I've been known to be a loose canon, at least that's what Dad used to tell me. I'm thinking of painting the bowl. First would come a neutral base before adding a fall design using acrylics. A good sealer would follow. 

Though I enjoy it, I'm not much of an artist. Stay tuned on this one, it could get interesting, or be a total disaster. Either way, it's a project and as Jambo will tell you, I love a good project.

It's that time of year where the deer begin moving into the yard. I happened to glance out the window yesterday afternoon and saw this girl looking back at me.

Her buddy was grazing close to the garden by the electric fence and I was hoping she'd touch it with her nose. 

My deer ain't no dummies! She gingerly reached under the fence and carefully snatched a bite of greenery before slowly backing away.

Shea's really good to send pictures of Makenna. With the virus and all, we don't get to see her often, but we enjoy the pictures as we do of all the grandbabies.

Sargie asked Shea what size sleepers Makenna wears. 

His answer, "Newborn."

Born several months prematurely, our youngest grandbaby may be pint sized, but she's healthy as she can be.

Hey, how about this election coming up, eh? Good, bad, or ugly, let's get on with life. We'll just hope and pray the right side wins.

Both parties will tell you if their man doesn't win, we'll be in for a world of hurt. Simple deduction tells me we're going to be in for a world of hurt, regardless. 

Look how the virus panic caused the shortage of toilet paper and other goods. I can only imagine what political chaos would do. 

The Conservative prepper in me says to stock up. It could get ugly before it all blows over.

Today: It's to be another dreary one. I'm heading out the door at first light for my morning walk. I plan to be out in the shop working on any one of several projects and no doubt, Sargie and I will go for an afternoon ride.

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

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...

 I take my fishing rod in the back of the car when we go for our rides, often stopping to make the occasional cast into any one of the neighboring lakes. You never know what may be randomly swimming by at the moment.