April 22, 2021 - Thursday evening

36 degrees/clear skies/calm winds

Pentoga Road

Watching all the tv I care to for one evening, I thought I might as well go ahead and write tonight. 

Thursday was a busy one. My morning walk was beautiful and as has become the norm, I practiced making a video. I edited and watched it once or twice before hitting the delete button. I'm still unsure of the format to be used, but experimenting is fun. If nothing else, I'm learning what NOT to do.

Back home, I changed carburetors on the backhoe with little luck. After a rough start, the engine ran for a few minutes until it became hot, then shut down.

While in town, I stopped by the small engine repair shop. After hearing the symptoms, the owner suggested that, after thousand of hours of use, the valves might need adjusting.

There was nothing to do but return home, swallow my nonexistent mechanical pride, remove the engine from the backhoe, and take it to town.

The rest of the day was spent assembling the new workbench. 

Naturally, it came in a few million parts complete with iffy instructions. 

Sargie and I worked side by side the entire time as it took both of us to build the thing. One would hold a part while the other fastened. We tag teamed until the bench was complete.

I had one oops moment. A wooden drawer handle was cracked and I decided to fix it with CA glue, a quick-fix super glue adhesive.

It worked well, especially when I tried moving my index finger and found it and the handle had become one.

Using a sharp knife, I finally separated the finger from the handle, but not before I left a goodly amount of skin behind.

With the exception of installing a set of drawer slides, the workbench is finished.

Yooper Brother Mark, back from frolicking in the sun and surf of Myrtle Beach, will be out first thing in the morning for our usual Friday morning walk. I'm hoping the engine will be ready tomorrow or at least on Saturday. If that's the case, I'll be putting the backhoe back together. Otherwise, there are trees to trim in the yard, a new raised bed to build in the garden, and a shop to arrange.

I'm not worried about getting bored, that's for sure.

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

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...