Mom at Pine Mountain Ski Resort on Tuesday afternoon

July 18, 2013 – Thursday

72 degrees/thunder/rain

Pentoga Road

It’s one of those dark and stormy mornings that I love. A cooling rain is replacing all the heat and humidity of the past three days and making everything fresh and clean.

It was good to see Mom walk off the plane on Tuesday. It’s a good thing my knee is doing well so I can keep up with her. At 86 years of age, most would guess that she’s at least a decade (or more) younger and has the spirit and energy that puts me to shame.

Mom and Brutus have become best friends.

Since it was noon, we went to the local ski hill and ate lunch.

After, we drove to the large ski jump where the world championship is held each year. 

We also took a bit of time to walk around the Veterans’ Memorial located in the same area.

Wednesday dawned hot and humid… very hot. We spent the day inside looking at old pictures from Mom’s side of the family. There were relatives, great-great grandparents, aunts, and uncles, that I knew were relation, but I had no idea who they were. We must have looked at well over a hundred pictures.

The three of us ventured into town later in the afternoon. Our first stop was at Insurance Liquidators where I found the deal of a lifetime, a double-sized dorm refrigerator for $20. It was brand new, but had a few dings on the top and side. Needless to say, we loaded it into the Kia and brought it home and set it up in the garage. It’s presently chilling watermelon and worms.

Sargie in a hot-looking $1.99 straw hat. She opted not to buy it.

It appears today is to be a bit cooler and less humid. There’s a cold front that is supposed to flop back and forth across our area before temperatures dip into the upper forties this weekend. We’re ready.

I’m not sure what’s on today’s agenda. No doubt, Mom, Sargie, and I, will solve all the world’s problems. I may sneak out to the barn and work on my carving and into the garden to pluck a cucumber or turnip. I don’t believe we’ll have any peppers this year. Blight seems to have infected all the plants. I’ve sprayed each, but I think it’s a lost cause. Everyone agrees; this is a tough year to raise a garden.

Time to get Mom and me another cup of coffee. A man’s work is never done you know.

So are the tales from Pentoga Road…