Spring on Pentoga Road

March 12, 2015 - Thursday
33 degrees/partly cloudy/calm
Pentoga Road

The onslaught of warm, weather continues in the North Country. I looked at the continental weather maps last night and saw that Alaska is having temperatures in the negative numbers while we bask in the relative warmth of normalcy. We'll take it. 

I was like Little Black Sambo on Wednesday running here and there, all around the square, yelling catch me if you can; well, a combination of Little Black Sambo and Frosty. Thankfully, I didn't turn into butter, nor did I melt, and Brutus didn't even chase me, let alone a pack of tigers. 



I purchased the lumber I needed in Iron Mountain to build the strawberry pyramid and was back home before 10 AM.



Next came loading the trailer with eight trash cans of stuff, plus a dish washer and electric stove bound for the Habitat for Humanity Store. 



I was chugging along slowly with a loaded trailer and happened to look in the rearview mirror at the exact same time I hit a pothole and witnessed the glass in the door of the stove shatter into a billion little pieces. I wasn't sure I actually saw what happened so I stopped and got a closer look. Whoops... my eyes didn't deceive me.

Ouch!

I stopped at the dump then continued to the recycle center and left the stove. I received a check for $5.60... big money. I proceeded to the Habitat for Humanity store and gave them the dish washer and by the time I dropped off the trailer, it was past noon.

I had a quick lunch at home and began work on the box for the blue four wheeler. It took all afternoon, but in the end, I got it finished. 



It's frustrating. What used to take me an hour or two to do now seems to take an entire day or more. Oh well, at least I had warm and sunny conditions in which to make my mistakes rather than having to continually blow on my hands to keep them warm.

To paint the box or not, that is the question. I might keep it "rustic wood," but on the other hand, painting it might add a bit of class; and after all, everyone knows we're all about class here on Pentoga Road.

I ended the afternoon by gathering about three gallons of sap. I'll keep collecting and have one boil later on. The trees really haven't begun to run very much.

Sargie arrived home and I fried fish and chicken gizzards. I love gizzards, one of my favorite all-time foods. Sargie's not a fan of anything one has to chew and chew and chew, so she had the crappies. Along with fresh asparagus purchased at the store, we had a supper fit for royalty. 

I ate 'em all. I'm sure there are several food groups in fried chicken gizzards.

Sargie opens today. I'm going to begin work on the strawberry pyramid. If the simple box on the four-wheeler took hours to build, what will the pyramid require? Who cares? It's spring break at UAS, so there are no papers crowding my inbox. The weather is warm, the humming birds are humming, and the butterflies are buttering. 

More importantly, the coffee's done and it's time to think a deep thought or two.

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

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...