The apple trees that grow wild alongside Pentoga Road are loaded this year. 

September 7, 2013 – Saturday

68 degrees/clear/muggy/calm

Pentoga Road

I was just commenting elsewhere that for the past three months, we couldn’t find summer anywhere in the UP. Now that fall should be upon us, the hot and muggy weather we should have been experiencing a month ago refuses to leave. Another cold front is to come marching through sometime today and push this steam bath out of the way.

If the sudden invasion of houseflies is any indication, fall must indeed be on its way. There was nary a fly to be found in the house until two or three days ago. Suddenly, we’ve been invaded with, what we refer to, as kamikaze flies. In the throes of death, a fly madly buzzes about the room colliding with anything, including people, on a blind rush towards its demise. I called the pesticide people, the same who sprayed the house last fall, and we’re on their list.  Hopefully they’ll be out in the next week or two. Last year’s treatment put an immediate halt to the invasion of flies for the entire year.

Friday was a busy one on Pentoga Road. It's been a while since I made super duper summer vegetable omelets and with Aunt Sue and Uncle Terry coming, I thought I'd better practice. Along with bacon and mushrooms, the garden was well represented. 

I spent most of the day working on the doghouse. It’s a slow go. I hoped to have it completed this weekend, but that’s not going to happen. It takes me too long to measure, cut, pound, and screw, then often, turn around and undo what I had just completed. This morning’s first chore will be to take the roofing off one side of the house and move it up half an inch so it will be covered by the ridge cap. I missed the mark somewhere along the way. Thankfully, I fastened the roofing with screw nails so nothing other than my delicate ego is bruised.

I'm making my own trim out of leftover vinyl siding. I put it in the wood vice, heat it with an old hair dryer, then pound it into the shape I want.

Sargie and I took the dryer to the recycle center in town on Friday and purchased a burn barrel while there. 

The old one had rusted through long ago and collapsed on itself. I’m still using it, but its useful days are numbered.

Sargie did laundry and worked in the basement. She sorted, pitched, cleaned, and put away goodies too numerous to mention and made huge headway. She threw enough away that we were able to move a set of shelves from the basement to garage. I went down for an hour or two during the afternoon to help put cleaning supplies on shelves. Between what I had and what she brought in the move, we can clean and scrub for years to come.

I’m not sure what I’ll do today; no doubt work on the doghouse. Sargie works late and closes the Vision Center tonight. It’ll be another long day for her, but thankfully, she has Sunday off.

Aunt Sue and Uncle Terry will be pulling in at the beginning of this next week. We’re excited to see them and spend time talking and catching up on the news of the world.

I continue to read and grade assignments every time I have a few minutes. So far, I’m current on all the work that’s been submitted. With almost forty students, things are happening.

Time to wake up Sargie so she can get ready for work. I’m going to pour another cup of coffee, get this uploaded, and listen to the news. After all, a man’s work is never done.

So are the tales from Pentoga Road… 

We took time at the end of our busy day to enjoy a four-wheeler ride down to the Brule River.