11 degrees/breezy/light snow
Pentoga Road
I'm up again early this morning getting the fire going and the house warm before we head south to Green Bay for the day. I wish I could have slept longer. I awakened before 4 AM, came downstairs, and had absolutely no urge to go back to bed. Sargie had the opposite problem. It was past midnight before she was able to fall asleep and I know she'll struggle to get out of bed.
It's said that opposites attract and there are no more accurate words when it comes Sargie and me. In just about every category of life, we differ.
Sargie's soft spoken. No one ever accused me of being such.
She's a night person, I'm a early to bed/early to rise kind of guy.
She enjoys nice clothes and always looks immaculate. I'll take a pair of old bluejeans and a ragged shirt any ol' day.
The girl loathes cold weather and snow. Though I'm getting sick of these long record-breaking winters, I can live with them and enjoy cold-weather outside activities (when it's above zero.)
She loves decorating the house where everything has it's place. Hey, I lived in a plywood cabin north of the arctic circle.
I enjoy extreme physical activity with a bit of danger thrown in. Sargie's not quite so active.
But we heartily agree on the things that matter most, God, family, and country. We raised four sons each and believe in the fundamental social principals of life; good manners, honesty, and treating others fairly.
Sargie's taught me a lot by example; one of the biggest things, the art of compromise.
She loves to shop. I love riding with her on our way to the store.
I'd rather fish than eat. She enjoys sitting in the boat with me and has learned the sport can be fun as long as I'm willing to take the fish off her lure.
I like to dig in the garden and get dirty. Sargie enjoys eating what I grow.
She likes her car warm before leaving for work. Starting her Kia a few minutes early has become part of my enjoyable morning routine.
Sargie had never ridden an ATV to speak of. I like to ride my four-wheelers and use both as pickup trucks and as a major mode of transportation in the summer months. She found that she loves long rides into town, sitting behind me, her arms wrapped around my waist and has learned to drive an ATV with the best of them. If and when the day arrives that she becomes the head ATV driver, I'll be more than happy to sit behind her with my arms wrapped around her waist.
Need I even mention the tractor and front end loader? The girl's a born heavy equipment operator. And as my eyes have faded a bit, she's taken over the mowing duties. Perched on the Cub Cadet, ice tea in the drink holder, the new Head of Lawn Operations says she enjoys cutting the grass, something she'd never done in her previous life.
Life's funny and the people we meet are often those we least expect, but thank God, there's a Higher Power who knows what we need even when we don't know ourselves. I've heard that God gives us exactly what we need when we need it. I'm not sure what Sargie and I did to deserve each other, but opposite or not, it's a match made in Heaven.
I see it's getting time to wake Sargie for the day. We hope to be on the road fairly early, do our shopping, and be home shortly after dark.
Oh, yesterday's events? I stayed inside, graded a few papers, made out the weekly test, carried in wood, played with the dog, and ran the sweeper over the rug in the living room. Pretty mundane stuff.
Sargie said she had a busy, but good, day.
Time to get ready for a road trip to Title Town. I probably should call Aaron and let him know I'll be in the vicinity. He might want to do lunch and discuss a few new plays I've got in mind for next season.
After all, a man's work is never done.
So are the tales from Pentoga Road...
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