Dew on the asparagus fronds Thursday morning |
46 degrees/foggy/calm
Pentoga Road
Mom gave us a bit of a scare Wednesday evening. Her heart went out of rhythm, something that occurred up to a couple of years ago until two stints were inserted near her heart. Since then, she's been doing well.
Mom took a nitro glycerin and after a few minutes when the heart continued to beat rapidly, took another. By that time, she was so weak that we called an ambulance.
Her heart finally converted back to normal after reaching the emergency room. The doctor and staff performed all kinds of tests and after a couple of hours, released Mom. It was almost 1 AM before we arrived back home. Needless to say, Mom won't be flying out today... or at any time soon. I talked with my sister in Indiana and we'll make some sort of arrangements to drive Mom home, possibly meet half way. So for now, Mom remains in the UP. I've already told her there'll be no working up wood or construction projects in her near future.
I started Wednesday with the usual five mile hike. Wearing the weighted pack didn't seem to make a difference; in fact, I hiked in the same amount of time as when I'm not wearing a pack.
I strapped on the back pack Wednesday morning for the first time in two years, loaded it with four bags of sugar (sixteen pounds) and hiked five miles |
I was only carrying sixteen pounds, about seven less than I'll be carrying for real, but I don't anticipate any problems.
Sargie purchased a new stroller for Baby Grady soon after he was born. It's been in a box, unassembled, for the past several weeks. Since Grady's going to be staying with us this weekend, Sargie thought it might be a good idea if I put the thing together.
There might have been a bit of muttering, but it went together with no problems.
Brutus taking a drink from the outdoors faucet. |
Mom and I went to town to run a few errands. Yooper Brother Mark texted me earlier saying the Man Truck was filled with wood so Mom followed me home later in the Blazer. While in town, Mom treated me to lunch, a good cheeseburger and fries.
I spent the rest of the afternoon on the backhoe working in the side yard. There's quite a bit of excess dirt to move. Since the front end loader on the tractor has tines, I fastened a scrap piece of wood across them so the dirt wouldn't fall between. It worked.
I'll have to go over that section again as I moved what I could, but it will take more work and scraping to shape it like I want.
We finally got a decent rain late in the afternoon. It was the first measurable accumulation we've received in the past two weeks. Hopefully, it won't be the last.
Since Wednesday night's meal was to be Mom's last in the UP, I fried fish, mushrooms, and sweet potato fries. Sargie was home early from work and the three of us enjoyed a great meal.
It's time to grade some final projects then see what the day has in store.
Thursday evening
Mom had a good day and to see her now, you'd never know she had an ambulance ride last night. We're grateful for her quick rebound.
The weather was perfect and since this was Sargie's day off, we did a lot of talking and laughing. Mom was tired this morning, but has gained strength as the day has progressed.
Sargie washed and hung out several loads of laundry. Mom has read and tagged around with us, but she hasn't worked up any wood or done any building.
Sargie and Mom cutting detergent packets. We purchase them at a huge discount still in a sheet at the local liquidation store. |
I cut several popple poles that will be used to keep piled fire wood from spilling. The poles will be attached to three trees making a triangle. I'll put a tarp on the ground, pile the wood on that, then keep a tarp over the top.
I talked with my sister and brother-in-law earlier today. They'll be leaving Indiana early for Green Bay. Mom and I will leave here around 9:30 and hopefully, we'll all meet around noon. After lunch, they'll head south with Mom. I need to be well away from Green Bay before any rush hour begins and home long before dark.
It's about time for me to head to bed. It was a short night and today has been a long one. Tomorrow looks to be the same.
After all, a man's work is never done.
So are the tales from Pentoga Road...
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