Oh yeah... we'll be there in a few weeks watching the Lions play the Packers

August 23, 2013 – Friday

39 degrees/clear/calm

Pentoga Road

We arrived home last night from Green Bay in good shape.  Decked in green and gold, Title Town appears ready for this upcoming season.

Even the dumpsters are green and gold

Sargie and I stopped at the new Cabelas sporting goods store just down the road from Lambeau Field, but honestly, I couldn’t find anything inexpensive enough to spend my $50 on. At one point, I thought about a down fleece from the clearance rack. Even though it was marked $31, it rang up $79 (down from well over a $100)  at the register and the kid said that’s what it was. I told him to keep it and we walked out. I think I’ll shop online to spend my $50 and skip future trips to the Cabelas store. Their prices are way too high for me.

We used to laugh at the tourists who visited Alaska looking like walking/talking Cabelas/L.L. Bean catalogues. I survived just fine for many years dressed in Kmart and Walmart winter clothing. I imagine I’ll continue to do the same here in the UP and leave Cabelas for the future visitors of Alaska.

Sargie’s ring looks beautiful, fits perfectly, and she’s happy to have it back from the jewelers. It’s been over a year since I asked her to marry me. Hard to believe, the time has flown faster than any other in my life and there’s not a day go by that my love for Sargie doesn’t deepen. I’ve never known a kinder, sharing, more loving, person. Someone made mention not long ago that we’re the perfect match for each other. We are. I love her with all my heart.

Sargie’s back to work today, although she has a rare two days off in a row this weekend. I’m going to continue working on the doghouse, hop on the four wheeler and run a few errands in town, then work later this afternoon on this fall’s classes. Now that I’m teaching two sections, I need to get my backside in gear. Tonight’s the third preseason game for the Packers. Seattle will be visiting Lambeau Field. I probably should try to make room for a nap this afternoon so I’ll be rested and ready to watch.

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

So are the tales from Pentoga Road…