July 8, 2015 - Wednesday
38 degrees/clear/calm
Pentoga Road

And just like that, other than the bulldog's snoring and the faint sound of a radio playing, there's nary a sound in the house. The babies have all gone home as have the big people. The little house on Pentoga Road is once again quiet.

The internet went out during Monday's rain and thunderstorms and we had none for most of yesterday. I wrote a log anyway. It's posted immediately after this one.

We were up early Tuesday morning. Mom was dressed, packed, and downstairs, ready to go.

I think Brutus believes if he sleeps with his head on Mom's feet, she won't be able to leave.

With the internet out, I wasn't able to make the weekly test for my class from home. We decided to leave for the airport early so I could write and upload it from there. 

We stopped in Florence, Wisconsin, along the way where Mom treated Sargie and me to breakfast.

If you want to experience a great, old-fashioned, stick-to-your-ribs, breakfast, visit Barb's in Florence. I had two eggs and two HUGE biscuits with sausage gravy, all enough to feed an army of hungry people. Two thumbs up for Barb's Cafe!

We were at the airport with time to spare. While I did my university work, Mom and Sargie visited.

All too soon, it was time for Mom to go through security and board her plane. She called last night saying her flights were seamless and on the last leg from Minneapolis to Indianapolis, she was upgraded to a much better seat. Some people just know how to travel in style!

Sargie and I did a bit of shopping before leaving town and once home, decided to simply relax. It was a lazy afternoon and evening of doing nothing.

Frost was forecast for last night. The frost blankets and other coverings came out of storage and most of the delicate plants were covered. Gardening in the Upper Peninsula is not for the faint of heart.

Thankfully, it didn't frost, but the blankets will still have to be put away after drying this morning.

Sargie closes tonight. I'm going to work on installing a new seal on the overhead door of the storage unit. After that, I want to unload the fire wood from the trailer and finally, power wash the other side of the barn in preparation for painting. There's no mention of rain in the forecast until next week, so I plan to make hay while the sun shines.

After all, a man's work is never done. So are the tales from Pentoga Road...