May 10, 2013 – Friday morning

30 degrees/overcast/calm

Pentoga Road

Whoa, where’d all that rain come from yesterday afternoon and last night? We received .4 of an inch in a steady shower. With the wild fire season rapidly approaching, we’ll take any and all we can get.

I feel a lot better. This summer’s syllabus was completed yesterday and uploaded. The weekly assignments, time frames, and all those things that make a class what it is completed. The course officially begins May 20^th. I’m ready!

Brutus was a bit upset that we didn’t go for our usual walk. It was obvious throughout the day as he never was more than a foot or two away and when I walked from one room to the other, he’d follow, usually with his huge rawhide bone in his mouth.

I did teach him how to play indoors fetch. I’d take his bone and require him to speak. When he barked, I gave it to him and would say “GO!” The silly dog would run to the kitchen with the bone in his mouth, turn around, run back, then drop it in my lap. That cycle was repeated throughout the day at least a hundred times. Golly, I laughed.

We also had a few wrestling matches, but he doesn’t play fair. When he realizes he’s going to lose, the pup is fond of grabbing one’s wrist in his cavernous mouth and not letting go. He doesn’t chomp down, he simply holds it much like a blood pressure cuff might. I told Sargie last night that if Brutus’s head were ever removed, he’d have the body of a Chihuahua. There’s not much in the back end.

I worked a couple of hours putting trim around the upstairs bathroom door. I used the old trim and it came out just okay. I had to remake the entire frame when I took out the accordion-style former door and when the new was rebuilt, I was off by a fraction of an inch. There is a small gap in the angles of the trim, but nothing that wood putty and a fresh coat of paint won’t fix. One thing about that bathroom, it’s been a project.

Sargie was home early last night and we had a good evening. She works early again today, closes on Saturday, then has Sunday off.

Brutus and I are going to take our stroll this morning. My left knee is feeling better and we’ll take it easy and not run. Walking is too much a part of my life to take a chance on any permanent damage. Mom reminded me yesterday that at my age, my joints might be wearing thin. Yeah, like she should talk! Just shy of 86 years young, Mom still walks daily and when she is unable to go outside, works out in the exercise room of her senior complex.

I’ll continue to work on the mower this afternoon, change the oil, the filters, blades, check the belt, and hopefully have it ready for another season of mowing by day’s end.

It’s going to be a busy one. After all, a man’s work is never done.

So are the tales from Pentoga Road…