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November 2, 2013 – Saturday
32 degrees/cloudy/calm
Pentoga Road
After a quick trip to Green Bay yesterday, life returns back
to normal on Pentoga Road.
We left early on Friday for Title Town and had a pleasant
trip south. Our first stop was at PDQ Car Wash to have the Kia cleaned inside
and out. We purchased a special that gives us two more sessions at one-third
the price and agreed the washes and waxes will be badly needed later this
winter to rid the car of dirt and road salt.
Sam’s Club was next on the agenda. Sargie found a few things,
but our stay was brief.
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| Check out the price tag on this 90 inch baby! Thought maybe I'd buy them for all the sons as stocking stuffers this year. |
It was onto Burlington Coat Factory. They had next to
nothing, at least anything we were interested in, and after waiting forty
minutes for a price check on one item, we left. Burlington Coat Factory is not
high on my list of places to visit the next time we go to Green Bay.
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| I was met with an icy glare when I told Sargie that maybe we could remodel our roof so I could permanently mount a big G on our home. I especially like the goal posts in front. |
I was talking with a salesperson about Macs and Windows
machines. For a third of the money spent on a new Mac, one could purchase a top-flight
Windows PC with more memory, bells, and whistles, than he’d know what to do
with. At the end of the conversation, the salesman said he was a Windows
person, but he’d known several people who had previously owned Macintosh
computers and switched over to PCs in an attempt to save money, then wished
they have spent the extra and purchased another Mac. Though I have no intention
of purchasing a PC in the future, that’s good to know.
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| Darn straight, it's Paul Blart, Mall Cop. What's he doing texting and driving at the same time? There's a dark side of me who wants to send this picture to the mall authority. |
We treated ourselves to steaks at Longhorn Steak House.
Every now and then, I have the urge to eat a steak, a real steak, a good cut of
meat. About twice a year, we pull out all the stops, throw our wallets to the
wind, and order from the expensive side of the menu. Yesterday was one of those
times.
We started with the deep-fried blooming onion, gorged
ourselves on rolls and butter along with a fresh tossed salad, then I had a
baked potato and a 20 oz rib eye steak. Sargie had smaller steak accompanied with
a kabob of shrimp and fries.
It was two stuffed, happy, and roly-poly people who walked
from the restaurant an hour later. Though miserable, we laughed and wondered
why we’d made such gluttons out of ourselves. I swore I’d never eat again, for
the rest of my life, or until the next time I get the urge for a real good
steak.
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| My son, Matt, crossed over to the dark side sometime ago and is a Chicago Bears fan. You already know where Andy's and my loyalties lie. I thought the poster was appropriate. |
Our final stop of the day was at Harbor Freight Tool Store.
I finally broke down and purchased a 45 watt solar panel kit. Every time we
lose power, I wonder why I don’t have a solar charger, battery, and inverter,
so we can at least have water, enjoy lights, and have a radio playing. It will
be next spring before I have everything hooked up properly, but in the
meanwhile, I’ll temporarily assemble the panels and kit so we can use it this
winter if needed. The battery will be kept in an insulated box outside.
Sargie gave me a tabletop miter saw as an early Christmas
present. They were significantly reduced, on sale, and she had the coupon. I
was absolutely shocked when she said she had planned on getting it and since it
was on sale, there was no time like the present. I’ve been looking at them for
over a year and each time I use Dad’s old wooden miter box accompanied by the
dull hand saw, I swear I’m going to purchase an electric table top model. I now
own one! Thanks, honey. I love you too.
It was going on 9 PM before we pulled into the drive. His
chain wrapped around the porch, Brutus was patently waiting outside for someone
to rescue him. He seemed no worse for the wear.
Sargie works early today and is off Sunday. I think I’ll try
walking this morning and hope the knee doesn’t blow up like a balloon. Somehow,
I have to start exercising again. I’m beginning to breathe like an old man and
my belly is expanding. If it’s bad now, what will it be after the holiday
season?
The weather remains less than optimal but I may try to cut
up a large tree trunk and begin the process of getting that wood split and
worked up. Right now, that seems like a lot of effort, but I’m used to it.
After all, a man’s work is never done.
So are the tales from Pentoga Road…
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