Mourning Doves on the back patio

April 15, 2014 – Tuesday

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Pentoga Road

There’s not a lot to write about today other than we’re expecting another “significant” snowfall beginning Wednesday morning and lasting into Thursday. As luck would have it, the four-wheel drive isn’t working on the Blazer. I’ll tear into it today and see what I can find. I think it’s either the actuator or one of the vacuum lines. Hopefully, it won’t require a lot of skill.

I walked four miles on Monday morning. The plow had gone through by the time Sargie left for work, so I rode with her partway, then finished walking around our seven-mile block. The roads were slippery and I fell onto my backside once causing me no harm, but probably cracking the pavement.

The drive was plowed and patio shoveled upon my return home. The snow was heavy and wet and fairly hard to push around. The good news was the drive was dry and bare by afternoon as there was enough warmth in the ground to cause anything I hadn’t moved to melt.

The rest of the day was spent grading final projects, watching a bit of television, and I might have sneaked in a nap. I got into the grazing mood and seem to inhale anything that wasn’t fastened down, half of a left over cheeseburger, a candy bar, a few handfuls of peanuts, the same with some M&M’s… and the list goes on and on.

Sargie wasn’t home until late in the evening. Thankfully, she opens today so we should have some time together tonight.

I’m going to walk my usual five miles this morning then begin work on the Blazer. There’s up to a foot of snow forecast to begin falling Wednesday morning and I’d like to get the four wheel drive working on the Blazer so Sargie can more safely drive to work. If nothing else, I think I can set it to be engaged fulltime. That won’t hurt a thing for one day, especially if the roads are slippery and snow covered. After that, I’ll take it to a real mechanic and have it fixed right.

Meanwhile, it’s time to listen to the news and think a few deep thoughts.

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

So are the tales from Pentoga Road…