Brutus's doghouse was begun on Monday

August 20, 2013 – Tuesday

63 degrees/clear/calm

Pentoga road

I think I’m going to live. After suffering with one of the worst headaches I’ve had in years the past twenty-four hours, I feel pretty good this morning. I also had a major case of dysentery last night and after, fell into a very deep and sound sleep. Hopefully, whatever I had is gone.

Sargie felt lousy all weekend and it appears she shared her bug with me. That’s what you call true love… sharing everything.

The garden huckleberries are really blooming and setting fruit. I hope the frost will stay away long enough for them to ripen.

I canned five, quart jars of green beans Monday morning. I need get a larger pressure cooker some year down the road. Mine was purchased while living in the arctic to can moose and caribou. For small, one-serving pint jars, it’s more than adequate, but a bit small for canning vegetables in any quantity.

I spent much of the day in the recliner with my eyes closed trying to rid myself of the headache. It started in my upper back and culminated in my right eye. Between migraine pills and antihistamine tablets (thinking it might be an allergy infection) I kept it somewhat at bay, but didn’t feel like being very active.

I did make a doctor’s appointment for the week after next. I haven’t had a physical in almost three years. It’s time.

The construction of Brutus’s doghouse has begun. I’ve looked at many plans and finally decided to have him stand, then lay down, and I measured around him for a proper size. I have no idea how it will turn out, but I’ve an idea. Stay tuned.

Sargie works late today so it will be a long one for her. I should wash and peel carrots this morning and begin the canning process. I’m really not in the Tommy Homemaker mood so maybe I’ll work on the doghouse.

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

So are the tales from Pentoga Road…