Early Wednesday morning

February 26, 2014 – Wednesday

-16 degrees/clear/breezy

Pentoga Road

Happy Birthday to my youngest son, Andy. He turns twenty-nine today, the last time in his life he’ll be able to say he’s twenty-nine and not be fibbing. Currently, Andy’s working his month-long shift in the oil fields in the Gulf of Mexico.  We’re hoping he makes it up this way later this spring for some well-deserved R and R. Happy birthday, Son. We love you.

And… that is about all the news from this end of the continent. I walked eight miles yesterday morning, from Alpha, Michigan, back to Pentoga Road. It was a bit nippy, but for the most part, very comfortable. I spent most of the walk dodging logging trucks and the county maintainer. There must be a huge wood lot on which they are cutting not far from here as I met several tractors pulling loaded tandem trailers on my way home.

The rest of the day was spent reading assignments, listening to music, and really, not doing much of anything. With the wind and cold, Brutus’s time and mine outside was quite abbreviated. It’s difficult to do very much when the wind chills are well below zero.

Sargie had to work late and wasn’t home until past nine last night. She opens today then is off on Thursday, works Friday, then begins her nine-day vacation.

I read last night that the National Weather Service is predicting this bitterly cold weather won’t begin to break until the end of March and then forecasts a long, cold and wet spring. Wait a minute, that’s what we had last year. Oh well, it is what it is.

It appears today will be a carbon copy of yesterday… and the day before… and the day before. The days may be getting longer, but the temperatures are firmly embedded in the dark days of January. Until this weather breaks, all one can do is dream of a warmer season to come.

Time to get another cup of coffee and ponder life.

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

So are the tales from Pentoga Road…