It's that time of the year

November 25, 2012 – Sunday

25 degrees/breezy/snow showers

Pentoga Road

I’m keeping one eye on the Bears/Vikings game and enjoying the warmth of the fire. The skies are overcast, there’s a fairly good wind, and after blowing the snow from the drive, I’m happy to be back inside looking out.

I could have harvested a doe this morning. Sargie and I were joined by the deer and her fawn, almost grown, as we ate our breakfast. She's lucky we’d just started. I didn’t want my omelet to get cold.

Saturday was very quiet. I worked for the majority of the day on my ALST 600 class for next semester and made good progress. A few more sessions should see it finished.

Jerad stopped out for an hour or so and we had a nice talk. My young friend is working outside of St. Ignace, Michigan, about four hours from here, so I see little of him when he’s home on the weekends. As a homeowner, he’s finding out what it’s like to maintain a house while living away for the majority of the week.

I worked during the late afternoon hours in the barn putting equipment away for the winter months. There’s still plenty to do.

This morning started late. Hearing the wind blow and knowing there were several new inches of snow on the ground, we were happy to lay in bed longer than usual. I eventually got up, took a shower, then enjoyed reading the Sunday news online. I later fixed super omelets for Sargie and me.

After eating from the garden all summer, we've decided we don't like "regular" omeletes. Sargie's been buying tomatoes, cucumbers, and other goodies to add to our breakfasts.

I wanted to try the snow blower. Andy went over it last spring while visiting as it hadn’t been started in over two years and I hadn’t started it since early last May. After spraying starter fluid down the plug hole, it fired right off and performed perfectly.

Today appears like it will be a lazy one. We’re in no hurry to do much of anything. Green Bay plays the Sunday night game, but other than that, there are no plans.

Still, I should find something to do. After all, a man’s work is never done.

So are the tales from Pentoga Road…