Sargie's modeling hats at the insurance salvage store on Sunday afternoon.

February 10, 2014 – Monday

-19 degrees/partly cloudy/calm

Pentoga Road

The days keep parading by and though it often seems they are on a crawl, rather than a march, the middle of February is almost upon us. Spring will soon be here, someday… possibly… maybe… won’t it?

Sunday was a nice, but cold, one. After writing, I took my five-mile stroll along the lakes. At one point, I stepped off the beaten path into deep snow and stressed the left knee, but it held and seems to be no worse for the wear. There’s hope!

This trail came through the middle of our property (and what is now our back yard) and for those who have visited, is the same as the "big trail," the one I mow that goes to the back. It was a major migration route for the local tribe.

After arriving home, I made huge veggie and bacon omelets, the first of the season. Filled with tomatoes, canned green beans from last year’s garden, cucumbers, mushrooms, bacon, and cheese, they tasted pretty good.

Mmm, peanut butter and jelly on homemade bread (toast) and an omelet stuff with goodies.

We made our usual trip to town for a visit to the Insurance Liquidators. Sargie purchased some inexpensive coffee for Macrea, I bought a large bag of rawhide dog bones for Brutus. He gets one a night while we eat supper. At .33 each, we can afford to indulge him just a bit.

Last night was spent watching the Olympics and sorting seed catalogues. I’ve sworn that I’ll be done with them by the end of the week. Most days see them scattered in a semi circle around my recliner where I study various varieties, make notes, circle a particular kind, then mark the page and lay the catalogue down. Having over fifty of them results in quite a clutter. This is the week when that situation will be rectified… maybe.

We enjoyed watching the figure skaters and female snowboarders perform. One observation… I remember the day when it seemed most female Olympians tended to be more masculine than some of the males; serious, sullen, and almost angry.

Today’s modern female athlete, at least those featured last night, all seemed to be blonde, white-toothed, smiley, good natured, wave-at-the-camera, hugging, cutie pies with huge personalities to match. I much prefer today’s modern female athlete. They make me smile.

Sargie’s back to work early today. I’m going to ride part way with her then walk back home. I see many assignments poured into my inbox overnight, so I’ll be desk-bound for a goodly part of the day. Otherwise, Brutus and I might work on the secrets to perpetual motion, or possibly, solve world hunger and peace… after I take an afternoon nap.

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

So are the tales from Pentoga Road…