If one wants to observe wildlife, he only need drive through Iron River on a Sunday afternoon. This deer was chomping on apples then casually trotted in front of us. At first we thought she was going to come up to the driver's side window.

August 5, 2013 – Monday

50 degrees/cloudy/calm

Pentoga Road

It’s with a head full of cobwebs that I write today. I wish I could learn how to turn sleep off or on. Yesterday, Sargie was off of work and I could have stayed in bed and snoozed as late as I wanted. Instead, I was up and at ‘em at the crack of dawn. My body wanted to stay between the sheets this morning when the alarm rang. Since Sargie doesn’t have the luxury of sleeping in, neither do I. (My choice.) Oh well, it’s one of life’s many great mysteries.

Sunday was a lazy one. Brutus and I walked our three miles to the local lake and back. With the cool and dry air, I picked the pace up a bit.

A cool and shaded Pentoga Road. 

The rest of the day was spent fiddling around the house, taking a drive, doing a bit of shopping… typical Sunday afternoon activities. It was a relaxing day.

There's always time to stop at Insurance Liquidators to look for a bargain. 

The squirrels were out in force last evening and I tried to plink one or two with the pellet gun. As usual, I wasted a lot of pellets with no results. I eventually set a live trap and hopefully, the first of several of the little buggers will be caught when I check later.

We found this delightful curbside flower garden while driving down a back street in Iron River. It's outside an old abandoned building that has been made into apartments.

Sargie’s back to working at the Vision Center today. I’m going to pick some fresh green beans to have with supper tonight. The tomatoes have become top heavy again and need further staking. I’ve thought about going fishing, but I’ll have to see how the mood moves me. There’s always plenty to do. After all, a man’s work is never done.

So are the tales from Pentoga Road…