Sargie displaying her entry for the Bras for a Cause event.

October 28, 2014 - Tuesday

43 degrees/cloudy/breezy

Pentoga Road

With Monday dawning gloomy and misty, I worked in the barn all day, putting away, throwing away, and right now, there's a bigger mess than when I originally started. 

I finally bit the bullet and decided to either burn or cut up a rack of milled lumber that I originally thought was "too good to throw away." The problem was, I'd had most of it for several years and forgot what was on the wood rack and came to the conclusion that if it wasn't any more important than that, it was going away.

Most, I cut into kindling to be used to start fires this winter.

Some of the larger pieces, those left from when I disassembled a large entertainment center, went to the burn pile.

They weren't real wood anyway, but inexpensive particle board with a paper covering that made it look like the genuine thing.

I finally quit later Monday afternoon and came inside to grade papers. I imagine there's still another full day's worth of cleaning to do before the barn and shop will be ready for the winter months... or the next project. 

I fixed steaks on the grill, winter squash, and Brussels sprouts, last night for supper. Everything sure tasted good. We're so busy and with Sargie's hours, we often grab a bite on the run.

Sargie worked most the evening decorating the bra for Bras for a Cause, a charitable event headed up by sister-in-law, Debbie, to raise money for breast cancer research. Sargie's a veritable Picasso when it comes to bra design! 

Neighbor Mike stopped by and asked if I wanted to go fishing this morning. He said we'd take his boat, so I'm all in. I have a doctor's appointment this afternoon to see about this sinus infection (I think) that I've been battling for quite a while. I'm still not certain if it's sinus or a bad tooth, but it makes the right side of my head feel as though it's going to burst. 

Meanwhile, I need to throw another log on the fire and sip some coffee. I'm not feeling any deep thoughts this morning. None-the-less, we all know that a man's work is never done.

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...