Lake Pentoga now stretches to the furthest reaches of the property.

April 25, 2014 – Friday

34 degrees/cloudy/wet/calm

Pentoga Road

Mom always said life’s not necessarily fair. This year, the same can be applied to the weather. Mother Nature tried to throw several more inches of snow our way, but in the end, the temperate tropical breezes from Wisconsin edged northwards and we ended up with an inch or two of… glop. Our yard is covered with pure, unadulterated, slush, and looks as though someone spilled a large vanilla smoothie over the entire thing. The high is to be 48 degrees so the mess should disappear fairly quickly.

Driving up the hill in inner city Alpha, Michigan

I think I’ll be able to come up for air today. I’ve been buried in grading final projects the past several days… right up to my eyeballs. My class is required to do two final projects, plus one elder interview. Most are very interesting, but some of the interviews last for almost twenty minutes. Multiply that by thirty students and it simply takes time to evaluate them all. Then each student has two final projects… that’s sixty of those puppies. Needless to say, I’m on the downhill side of this semester, just in time to start the summer session, which begins in three weeks.

Even Yooper Brother Mark called to make sure I was still alive. We check in with each other several times a week and he hadn’t heard from me for several days.

Sargie and I went to Green Bay on Thursday so she could purchase some items for the upcoming baby shower. This was a more “sensitive” trip where items such as gift bags and party gifts were purchased. I stayed in the background in an attempt to be a true and understanding partner. Okay, actually, I fielded some classwork comments and questions while waiting as well as attacked a couple of clearance items. My biggest scores were the purchase of two, ten-dollar, ceiling fans that I plan to install in the shop. At ten bucks each, I can afford to enjoy some moving air this coming summer while working on one project or the other.

We drove home in driving rain for most of the trip last night, but encountered snow about forty miles from home. The roads were thick with slush that insisted on pulling the front wheels of the car one way or the other. It was a two-handed proposition.

Pentoga Road

I snapped a few pictures of Lake Pentoga before dark, carried in wood, and called it a night.

I once thought about using this area to expand my garden. Since that's obviously not an option, I'm thinking about stocking brook trout instead. Actually, I've considered it a viable area to have a pond dug in the future. 

Sargie works early today then has a beautician’s appointment after. I’m going to go for my walk first thing, then think about taking the tires from the blue four wheeler to Mark’s plant where there is a tire changing tool. With any luck at all, I’ll get the new inner tubes in the tires by day’s end.

But first, it’s time to get this uploaded, sip some tea, and think a few deep thoughts.

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

So are the tales from Pentoga Road…

Where is it written two old people can't have fun while shopping? We were in Hobby Lobby and  couldn't resist making faces in a full length mirror.