Junior's been out sniffing around.

July 28, 2014 - Monday

42 degrees/partly cloudy/calm

Pentoga Road

There's not much to talk about this morning. Sunday can best be categorized as being LAZY. No one around here suffered a heart attack from stress, that's for sure.

Final projects are beginning to pour in now that the summer session is winding down. It appears any spare time I thought I might have in the next few days will be occupied by reading and grading each. 

We were slow in getting around on Sunday and later in the morning, I fixed huge vegetable omelets for brunch. If it grew, I chopped it up and threw it in the frying pan. What wasn't ripe was supplemented by goodies Sargie had purchased.

I even included in snap peas. 

Even the basil used to season the omelet was grown in our garden.

Jerad, Mark and Sheri's son, stopped out for a couple of hours. We had a great visit and got caught up on the news from his side of the world.

Intermittent rain began falling. What to do? We hopped in the car and headed out for a drive, stopping in town for a Coke and ice cream cones along the way.

Arriving home, I found some videos on Youtube and broadcast them onto the television screen; mostly old films of the Glenn Miller band, the McGuire Sisters, the Andrew Sisters, and so on. Mom was quick to point out that that was back when bands still made REAL music. I'd have to agree.

Last night was just as lazy. We had our noses stuck in our computers. Sargie and Mom were doing their thing, I was grading papers. The television was on in the background, but I'm not sure anyone was really watching it. 

Sargie's back to work today. I'm going to do my early morning walk then concentrate my efforts on the storage building, the side yard, mowing a bit in the back, then possibly starting to work up a large tree that will be turned into firewood.

Leaving this coming Thursday, Mom begins her last few days on Pentoga Road. That poor girl is going to have to head home so she can rest from her vacation, although she was citing all the committees she's either on or the head of in her senior complex. It sounds as though she'll be jumping from the frying pan into the fire. As she says, that's what keeps her going... and Mom's a going concern. Nobody disputes that.

Speaking of going concerns, it's time to pour a cup of coffee. After all, a man's work is never done.

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...