I was privileged to go fishing and be a part of a beautiful picture Wednesday morning.

September 25, 2014 - Thursday

52 degrees/cloudy/calm

Pentoga Road

This is the six-hundredth upload of Tales from Pentoga. That's a lot of writing and pictures. Then there are hundreds of older ones on the Alaska Professor website and if one included the old Arctic Professor site from the Arctic Circle days, there'd be thousands. Golly, my fingers sure talk a lot. 

That's okay, writing several times a week has become such a habit over the years that I'd write even if there was no one to read it. I think it's the digital version of keeping a diary. It allows me to see up close the photos I take during the day and as I've mentioned previously, writing keeps me between the lines. I guess I'll keep on keeping on.

Mom comes home today!! After almost a month in the hospital, Mom is due to arrive sometime this early afternoon at her senior community to independently resume life. Home Health Care will be occasionally dropping by to assist her, but otherwise, Mom will be back to living on her own. 

We're so proud of Mom and as I've told many, I sure hope I have those "tough" genes that makes her such a great example for the rest of us. But then, I'd expect no less. It's what she's always done. After all, she's Mom. 

Wednesday morning was spent fishing. It was so beautiful that even if I'd not caught anything, the time would have been worthwhile. 

As it was I caught a nice mess of decent-sized bluegills.

The rest of the day was spent doing chores around the house, carrying out the last of the boxes that had been sorted through, and making a trip to the thrift shop. I began carting boxes from the basement to the storage shed and it's quickly becoming much more manageable. As I told Sargie, I sincerely hope this is my last move in this lifetime. If we become too infirm that we need to move from Pentoga Road... well, we have seven sons, all big, strong, and strapping, who can divide up our unwanted possessions and do our moving for us. 

I drove to Iron Mountain late in the afternoon so I could ride back with Sargie last night. She's been working some very long hours and closes tonight, so I thought I'd keep her company; maybe lessen her driving time a bit.

We worked outside last evening. She's getting ready to spend the weekend in Marquette with her sisters. All participate in an Alzheimers walk to raise money for research. Brutus and I will hang out this weekend, spend some quality guy-time together, chill, veg, and watch some football, go fishing, or do whatever it is that a man and his bulldog do when the other half of their lives is away.

Time to get busy. I'll ride back to Iron Mountain a bit later this morning with Sargie to retrieve the Blazer. After, I hope to get more firewood worked up, some boxes carried from the basement and into the storage unit, and of course, there's that all-important after-lunch nap to take.

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

So concludes the 600th tale from Pentoga Road...