Yep, that's ice on the garden pond

October 28, 2020 - Tuesday morning

27 degrees/cloudy skies/windy

Pentoga Road

At least it's warmer this morning than yesterday at this time. We bottomed out at 8 degrees just before sunrise Tuesday morning. In comparison, if it weren't for the wind, this morning would seem almost balmy and tropical.

Let's see, in family pictures, I received this latest one of Makenna. She's sure a happy little girl.

Tuesday was a Jack of all trades day. My morning walk, though a bit nippy, was beautiful. I picked 'em up and threw 'em down to Pentoga Village, grateful to be active again after last week's trip.

Back home, there was a bit more work to do on the outside wood furnace before lighting a fire to warm the shop. I was happy when the temperature finally reached the point that the fan started, providing comfortable central heat.

Next came setting up the new 9 inch band saw. It's small and light enough that it sits perfectly on the end of the work table.

Of course, I had to test drive my newest shop acquisition and cut out a name for Makenna. I'll shape and carve it in the next few days and as with all the grandbabies, she'll have it to call her own.

Much of the afternoon was spent working on the ring bowl that is a laminated combination of pine and mahogany. 

I have a problem. It's narrow and long, enough so that I'm unable to reach far enough inside to sand the bottom walls. I'll wait to hear from my guru/mentor of all things bowls, Mississippi Brother Garry, before proceeding. He knows about these things. That's why he's the big brother. 

So the day went. Though it was pretty, the outside air was cold. The wind actually increased during the day to keep the wind chill near zero.

Sargie and I brought the squash from the barn to the basement Tuesday afternoon. In fact, my bride fixed spaghetti squash topped with her great homemade sauce for supper last night.

We stopped by a couple of the local lakes yesterday on our way home from town. What a difference a month makes. Most noticeable are the lack of tourists.

Sargie and I processed another load of apples yesterday afternoon. There are just enough for one more batch before putting that chore to rest for another year. I don't know how many quart bags we've dehydrated this fall, but I'll miss our kitchen smelling like one big apple pie.

Baring anything unforeseen, I think today should be a repeat of yesterday with a few exceptions. I HAVE to clean out the trap under the bathroom sink, my least favorite honey-do job. The new carburetor for the generator was delivered while we were gone and needs to be installed. Otherwise, it'll be back to the shop to begin cutting out puzzles for the grandbabies. Christmas will be here before I know it.

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

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...