December 2, 2013 – Monday

28 degrees/cloudy/calm

Pentoga Road

Weather wise, today appears as if it’s going to be a carbon copy of yesterday. I was hoping it might signal the beginning of ice fishing season, but no one has ventured out onto the lake yet and I’m not going to be the first. With temperatures forecast to be in the single digits for highs and well below zero for lows by week’s end, I’ll wait.

I can’t find my tip-ups and small propane heater used to warm my ice fishing shelter. With the garage and barn torn up this past summer, I shoved them somewhere, I just can’t remember where. Today will see me crawling up into the rafters of the barn. Possibly I put them up above. That’s about the only place I’ve not yet looked.

Sunday was a laid back day, the way Sunday’s should be. I brought the Christmas tree up from the basement and assembled it. Sargie spent no small amount of time decorating and it’s looking really nice.

We took a ride into town late in the afternoon to do a bit of shopping. Sargie found another pair of flannel sheets that were on sale and it seems there’s always some treasure we can’t live without. With Sargie behind the wheel, we drove around town looking at Christmas lights. Some are really pretty.

Our adventure concluded with an unplanned stop at a local restaurant where we had a quiet meal. Perfect.

I enjoyed videoconferencing with my oldest son and his family last night. The grandbabies are growing so fast. Ellie and Wyatt told me about school and the youngest, Cody, sat and smiled and imitated whatever I was doing. At one point, I rubbed my eyes and so did Cody. If I yawned, he yawned. Golly I laughed.

Sunday was a quiet day on Pentoga Road, just the way we like it.

I’m going to hike my five miles this morning then begin reading and grading final projects. Academically, the end is near. I don’t know about my students, but I could use a break! Next semester will be even busier. I’ll be teaching one graduate class and one of undergraduates. That’ll keep me busy.

But then, I’m not surprised. After all, we all know that a man’s work is never done.

So are the tales from Pentoga Road…