A blast from the past. Some skinny kid with tinted glasses and hair and my sister, Barb; circa 1971 doing our best imitation of Wood's A Gothic Painting.
 I found this while going through the old slides of our childhood.

March 1, 2015 - Sunday
2 degrees/cloudy/breezy
Pentoga Road

I finally got a decent fire going in the stove. Seems I was tired last night and for only the second or third time all winter, managed to sleep straight through. When I looked in the stove at 5 this morning, only a few small coals remained. The house should now warm quickly. 

Saturday was a lazy affair (on my part). I transferred all the vacation pictures over to the computer and Sargie and I spent no small amount of time enjoying each. Some thrilled me. I was disappointed in others. A few that were taken on the fly came out great. Still others that I just knew would be masterpieces were less than perfect. Oh well, that's life.

No wonder everyone wants to be us.
Sheri, Yooper Brother Mark, Sargie and me

Sargie and I took our ride late morning. We went around several lakes and our local ski hill and enjoyed the sunny day.





It was early afternoon before we arrived home. I spent the rest of they day on the ice. Fishing was action-packed. 



Unfortunately, my take was a great deal smaller. If bass, which are out of season, were crappies and bluegills, I'd have taken my limit. They all had to be turned back. 



I did catch a several nice crappies and few other small ones. 



Sargie spent the entire afternoon cleaning and the house looks beautiful. I told her she's on vacation and work is not an option. As usual, the girl didn't listen to me.

Last evening was a quiet one. Vince and I worked on a glitch in the computer, probably a software problem caused by an upgrade in the operating system. Seems the internal microphone doesn't work making verbal commands and using Skype impossible. It'll get worked out, I'm not worried.

And yes, Uncle Terry, I got your Skype message. I just can't reply yet, but I will! 

I'm going fishing first thing this morning; see if I can get enough fish to make a good meal for Sargie and me. Otherwise, I think it'll be a lazy day. 

Meanwhile, it's still dark out. I think I'll go back upstairs and crawl into bed with Sargie, maybe grab another hour's worth of sleep before heading out onto the ice in search of meat for the table. 

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

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...