It was a stress-filled day on Pentoga Road

October 24, 2012 – Wednesday

54 degrees

Pentoga Road

I received no small amount of ribbing about yesterday’s heading. One line said it was Tuesday, the other Wednesday. So you’ve found me out… I don’t know if I’m coming or going.

Tuesday was about the laziest day I’ve had in the past several years. Other than read a few assignments, I did nothing.

We stopped at a couple of places in Iron Mountain Tuesday morning before I left Sargie at the Vision Center. I turned around and took my time coming home. It was misty and rainy, traffic was light, and I set the cruise control to “slow” and meandered back to Pentoga.

What to do? My eyelids felt heavy as I sat by the wood stove and listened to the rain hit the roof. Occasionally, I’d get up and walk around the house, throw a chunk of wood on the fire, get a cup of tea, or find something to put away, then return to the chair. The cycle was repeated several times until I finally gave in and let my eyes close.

I wanted to go out to the barn and do something later in the afternoon. ANYTHING, but listening to the rain, the fire, the soft music I keep playing in the background…  I once again found myself slipping into a rainy day nap.

And so the day went. I didn’t walk, work, or do anything to speak of. I was so lazy that I didn’t even feel guilty. Doing so would have required too much effort.

I managed to throw a pork chop on the grill, make a salad, and prepare a baked potato for supper last night. It all tasted great, then it was back to the recliner.

It was almost 9:30 when Sargie arrived. She was tired after working a long day in the Vision Center then having to navigate home through the fog, rain, and deer. We talked a bit until bedtime.

Today is a new day. Though I don’t feel overly energized (I still hear water dripping off the roof) I’m going to walk this morning then work on mink boxes in the barn. Opening day for water sets is tomorrow.

Should it quit raining later this morning, I’ll be putting up wood and working in the yard. No more of this rocking chair/sitting around retirement stuff for me.

So are the tales from Pentoga Road…