Thursday was Pumpkin Day on Pentoga Road

October 3, 2014 - Friday

52 degrees/rain/breezy

Pentoga Road

Noah's got nothing on us. From the time we went to bed last night until 6 this morning, we received just shy of two inches of rain. Thankfully, the basement leaked only a bit, seeped really, and it appears my caulk job, completed after the last monsoon a month ago, helped. 

Thursday was foggy, calm, and dreary. I decided to pick the rest of the pumpkins and winter squash in the garden. I was somewhat disappointed. The best had already begun to rot, victims of the hard freeze we received two weeks ago and too much rain. Rather than the stems drying, they were mushy.

The majority of pumpkins this year seem to be misshapen. We had a very cold July, global warming of course, and many of the plants dropped their blossoms. I'd really been pushing the pumpkins since; probably why they are less than perfect. 

Oh well, there will still be plenty of nice ones for the nieces, just not as big as last year. I'm fairly sure their daddies won't be disappointed. 

More normal pumpkins and winter squash

A potato that grew from a missed spud of last year's crop. It's ugly, but sure tastes good.

It was early afternoon, fairly warm, no breeze... overcast... hmmm, it seemed like a good time to go fishing. I attached the trailer and departed for one of my favorite lakes.

Fishing was pretty good. I've found this summer that my eyesight makes it difficult to cast towards an object. Well, let me rephrase that... I can definitely cast towards anything, I'm simply not sure where the lure will land. 

So, I've developed a new method where I use a very small lure that bluegills seem to like and merely troll around the edges of the lake. It's relaxing as I can put my mind in neutral and not worry about where to cast. 

I pulled the boat from the lake two hours later with a basket full of nice bluegills and combined with those in the freezer, should almost have enough for our first annual Milligan family and friends fish fry (and any one else who wants to join us.)

Earlier in the morning, I'd put a large pot of ham and beans on the stove to simmer for the day. I was greeted with the best of smells when I walked into the house. It's the time of year for soup, different types and flavors. Coupled with homemade cornbread, we ate heartily last night.

Sargie was home fairly early and we ate in the living room while watching the Packers beat up the Vikings. It appears the Pack is back... and it was a fun night of football action.

It's going to be a long day for Sargie as she closes tonight. Tomorrow will be especially long for her as she will get up early, travel to Marquette, then ride with Macrea and Grady to a funeral of a mother of a family friend. Since I don't do funerals other than those of very close family and friends, I'll remain at home and babysit Brutus. 

I think I'll continue to plug away on the basement today. There are shelves to wash and more packing, pitching, throwing, sorting, and cussing that will no doubt happen. It's coming... very slowly, but it's happening.

So with that, I think I'll pour a cup of coffee and think deep thoughts.

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

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