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| Frying fish Thursday afternoon |
January 4, 2013 – Friday
12 degrees/clear/windy
Pentoga Road
There’s a small set of wind chimes hanging by the front door
telling me a stiff breeze is blowing this morning. It’s crystal clear and the
stars and partial moon are bright. It’s going to be a beautiful morning.
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| Thursday's supper; fish and chips |
Sargie found my camera yesterday. I forgot that I’d plugged
it into the dining room wall to charge. Generally, I’m pretty good about
remembering where I put something. To haphazardly lay an object down spells a
lot of trouble; I usually can’t see to find it and then I get frustrated and…
well, it’s not pretty. As usual, it was Sargie to the rescue. She can put
another notch in her Super Hero belt.
Yesterday morning began with me super gluing the small, but
deep, cut on my finger together. I’m not sure it was infected as much it really
needed a stitch or two from when I sliced my left hand index finger as I was
cleaning fish. It would begin to heal, then I’d use it and reopen the gash.
Over the course of several days, it was growing tired of being repeatedly
opening and after no small amount of bleeding, would become red, swollen, and
very tender.
Super glue was originally invented to close cuts in the
field of combat during the Vietnam War. Rather than giving stitches, a medic
could quickly close a wound, often saving a solder’s life.
I wasn't in mortal danger of being shot yesterday
when I put two drops of glue into the cut and pressed both sides together. They
immediately stuck, have stayed that way, and the rest is history.
I was on the ice early Thursday morning. Promising Sargie
fresh fish for supper, I plied my outdoor angling skills for almost two hours
with no success. In a last desperate attempt, I exchanged the wax worm for a
simple piece of corn.
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A small bass
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The bluegills must have been in a vegetarian mood. I caught several large ones,
a couple of bass, and the biggest surprise was a large crappie that decided he
had an inkling for corn. In the end, I pulled fifteen large bluegill and two
crappies through the hole in the ice. We wouldn’t have to starve.
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| Crappie |
I spent most of Thursday afternoon working on one class I’m
teaching this coming semester. Sargie thoroughly cleaned the living and dining
rooms, moving objects, dusting, putting things away. All vestiges of Christmas
are gone and the house is back to normal.
I fried fish and taters late yesterday afternoon in the garage.
As I told someone, you can’t beat fresh fish caught out of clean, ice-cold
water. There were few leftovers.
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| Most people can only dream of having a modern kitchen like this one. I especially like the two-tiered counter top. |
We played cards last night and once again, I went down in
flames. That’s okay, we spend the time talking and laughing, much more so than
if we were watching television.
Sargie has to work today. I’ll head to the lake as soon as
she leaves and fish for a couple of hours. I hope to be back by midmorning so I
can do a few things around the house and try to get the one class I’ve been
working on wrapped up. The semester begins on the 14th.
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| Last summer's fawns have been abandoned since the does will be birthing again next spring. This one visits the back yard several times a day to feed on the scattered corn I put out. |
We’ll be up bright and early Saturday morning and driving
first to Green Bay, then onto Appleton, Wisconsin, to attend a great-niece’s
baptism. We’ll return late Saturday afternoon. I’ll be listening to the
Packers/Vikings playoff game on the radio.
It’s almost six o’clock and time to get Sargie up for the
day so she can save the eyes of the UP. I’ll get this uploaded then start
making preparations to brave the elements for my attempt to put meat on the
table. A man’s work is never done.
So are the tales from Pentoga Road…
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| I'm now using the snowmobile to check the traps |
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