It dawned sunny and 70 degrees this morning! The hummingbirds are humming, the butterflies are flitting.
No it didn't. I'm just messing with your head.

February 19, 2013 – Tuesday

10 degrees/snowy/very windy – gusts to 35 mph

Pentoga Road

It was just a while ago that I lay in the dark and listened as the wind whistled through the branches of the large spruce tree growing just a few overhead.

My body screamed with the want to turn over, snuggle with Sargie and drift back to sleep, but after hearing the furnace running, my mind automatically began calculating the cost per minute while burning the expensive $4 per gallon fuel oil.  The mind won over the body and I was soon downstairs rekindling a fire in the woodstove.

After seeing Sargie off, I graded assignments until I thought I’d go blind Monday morning. The last one graded and finished, I strapped on my hiking boots and took off out the door at a good pace.

Ah walking… hiking at a good pace. It’s become my panacea for that which nothing else can cure. With each step, I left Alaskan Human Geography and tired eyes behind and started to think about what the rest of the day might hold in store.

The clouds were rolling in by the time I arrived back home. With temperatures in the upper twenties, I changed into my heavy clothes and left for the lake. Neighbor Mike had stopped earlier and said he would join me by mid afternoon.

I immediately caught a huge bluegill then sat for an hour with no action, then caught a small crappie and sat again. Still, by day’s end, Mike and I had caught enough fish to make a decent mess for him to take back to Marquette. The boy brought home enough meat for the table to save face.

I hooked a ride into town last night and picked up the Kia. No sense kicking a dead horse. I’m happy to have it back.

Brother Yooper Mark and Neighbor Mike, both, offered to help me get the car home, but I made it in great shape. Each time I met an oncoming vehicle, three in ten miles, I simply pulled the car over to the side of the road and stopped until it passed.

I pulled into the drive directly behind Sargie. She’d had a good, but very busy day. The Vision Center was packed with appointments. At noon, she had the oil and filters, also the windshield wipers, changed on the Blazer.

I’m going to ride a ways with Sargie this morning on her way to work. There’s an advisory issued for strong winds and poor visibility and if nothing else, I’ll keep her company for a few miles before she lets me out and I hike back.

Other than that, I’ll grade late assignments, fiddle around the house, and continue work on developing perpetual motion, limitless free energy, and total world peace.

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

So are the tales from Pentoga Road…

Now I'm messing with my head.