Saturday morning began with homemade blueberry pancakes. Coated with brown sugar, cinnamon, and smothered in our own maple syrup, they went down pretty easy.

August 24, 2014 - Sunday morning

65 degrees/cloudy/breezy

Pentoga Road

I wasn't going to write this morning, but old habits are often difficult to break. 

Saturday was a typical rainy day. I talked with the internet man who was to come out before noon. It was raining and his "climber," the person who scales tall buildings in a single bound, had taken off for Marquette rather than showing up to work, so we decided they should come later this week. 

Sargie slept in, enjoying a well deserved and much-needed rest. I continued working on uploading this next semester's class and in fact, finished last evening. Bring on the 2014/15 school year!

We went into town, then decided to drive over to Home Depot in Iron Mountain and purchase the needed rolled roofing and accessories for the storage shed. It was raining and we like to travel. Why not?

A couple of McDonald's burgers fueled our trip back home and last evening was spent watching television and eating Sargie's rice pudding that she'd made earlier. She made it just the way I like it... raisins, cinnamon, sugar... mmm. I floated mine in a big bowl of milk. Perfect.

Sargie has a four-hour, district-wide meeting of Vision Center employees today. I'm going to work on her project, a pallet/porch swing. She's done the hard work, sanding. I'm also going to work in the barn and begin the process of cleaning and putting things away. And, of course, there's the storage building. Now that I've purchased the roofing, there's always that option.

Someone asked about Brutus... he's fine. In fact, I don't think the pup knows he's missing any boy-parts. The incision is very clean with no signs of infection and looks to be healing nicely. I'm supposed to keep my bulldog quiet for ten days, no swimming or running. Yeah... that's like trying to corral a fart in a skillet. The poor guy can't understand why I won't play fetch with him and is dying to go to the lake for a swim; maybe later this week.

My coffee cup is empty and I've not yet listened to the news. I'd better get to it. After all, man's work is never done.

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...

ALST 300, Alaska Studies, is uploaded and ready. I see both sections of next spring's classes are already listed. I like that.