May 12, 2013 – Sunday – Mother’s Day

29 degrees/cloudy/snowy/very windy

Pentoga Road

Happy Mother’s Day to moms everywhere. I spoke with Mom yesterday and she was excited about going to church this morning then out for lunch with my sister and her family. She deserves no less. I love you, Mom.  

We’re going to honor Sargie today by going to Green Bay to do some shopping. I notice she has her coupons ready and no doubt, has already scanned the ads for any Mother’s Day sales happening in Title Town.

I think we’ll be attending Kylie’s dance recital in Oconto, Wisconsin, later in the afternoon. It’s shaping up to be a good Mother’s Day!

Snow is lying on the ground this morning. The wind is howling and the temperature is well below freezing. Record breaking lows are predicted for tonight. Winter is having difficulty transitioning into spring. It’s a good day to get out of Dodge.

What to do with Brutus? I was going to tie him outside for the day, but since there’s no insulated doghouse and he’s not used to cold weather… yet… I think we’ll leave him inside. He makes it just fine all night (and then some) in the potty department and other than his rawhide bones, is not a chewer. When not with me, he’s a sleeper. I think we’ll let him slumber today.

Saturday was a lazy day. I spent several hours finishing the trim in the upstairs bathroom and feel fortunate that I only ruined one piece. Since the room is anything but square and level, I had to utilize my pocketknife and often whittle away at one piece or the other, but in the end, it looks square. It’s not, but that’ll be our dirty little secret.

I took two naps on Saturday. Evidently I needed both. I slept well last night and awakened this morning feeling charged and ready for all the adventures Green Bay has to offer.

Sargie is off on Monday also. I think we’ll spend part of the day putting the bathroom back together. Hopefully, the snow will be melted and I’ll continue to spread mulch and wood chips in the garden area, also work on the mower. After all, a man’s work is never done.

So are the tales from Pentoga Road…