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| Sargie with a nice largemouth bass she caught Thursday evening |
65 degrees/clear/calm
Pentoga Road
It's going to be a warm one again today, just one of many in a string of hot, muggy, days in a row. Oh well, it's been several years since we've had a good, old-fashioned, summer. We're certainly making up for it this year.
We're heading to Green Bay to shop for goodies in a bit, so I guess I'd better quit talking and get to writing.
Thursday began by working in the garden, mostly watering. Everything is growing so fast as long as I keep irrigating.
The prettiest plants are the flowering onions.
They don't last long, but these onions, now three years old, put on quite the display year after year.
Next came hauling and spreading two more loads of fill.
Hard to believe, just another two more and I'll be finished. No, this time, I really mean it.
Someone asked what machine I use to take the dirt from the pickup and spread it onto the ground. It's called arm power, one shovelful at a time.
I shovel for a few minutes, then rake it smooth... and the process is repeated until the truck is empty.
It was hot and sweat was running into my eyes; frustrating to say the least. I quit and came inside to sit in front of the fan.
I talked with Mississippi Brother Garry and his bride, Jody, for some time on the phone. It's always good to catch up on life with them. Sargie and I are planning to head to southern Mississippi later this year... when the temperatures in the UP are well below freezing and those in the deep south are much warmer.
As a hobby, Garry turns bowls on his lathe and at my request, sent a picture of some of his art work. He's promised to give me some lessons when we visit. If I could make something that looked as nice as these, I'm afraid that's all I'd do.
When the shade finally covered the brown woodshed, I decided it was time to fix a bit of trim over the door. The old piece, whose purpose it was to deflect dripping rain water, had badly rotted.
With the trim secured, possibly I should begin painting? Sure, why not.
Sargie and I decided to enjoy the warm summer evening by going fishing.
I've taught the girl everything I know and now, in showing her gratitude, is beginning to out-fish me on every occasion.
Last night, she caught a beautiful largemouth bass weighing about four pounds and this smaller one (below) that tipped the scales at two pounds. She's turned into a fishing machine.
Sargie's about finished with her early-morning girl chores and is ready to head to Green Bay. We have a list about a mile long of household items that are needed. It's going to be a long day, but hey, sometimes a guy has to take one for the team.
I'd better put my shoes on and get in the shopping mode. After all, a man's work is never done.
So are the tales from Pentoga Road....
It was hot and sweat was running into my eyes; frustrating to say the least. I quit and came inside to sit in front of the fan.
I talked with Mississippi Brother Garry and his bride, Jody, for some time on the phone. It's always good to catch up on life with them. Sargie and I are planning to head to southern Mississippi later this year... when the temperatures in the UP are well below freezing and those in the deep south are much warmer.
As a hobby, Garry turns bowls on his lathe and at my request, sent a picture of some of his art work. He's promised to give me some lessons when we visit. If I could make something that looked as nice as these, I'm afraid that's all I'd do.
When the shade finally covered the brown woodshed, I decided it was time to fix a bit of trim over the door. The old piece, whose purpose it was to deflect dripping rain water, had badly rotted.
With the trim secured, possibly I should begin painting? Sure, why not.
The wood was so dry and it took forever to lay on the paint. But, still, in the end, the front was finished before Sargie arrived home from work. I wish someone would come along and finish the other three sides.
Sargie and I decided to enjoy the warm summer evening by going fishing.
I've taught the girl everything I know and now, in showing her gratitude, is beginning to out-fish me on every occasion.
Last night, she caught a beautiful largemouth bass weighing about four pounds and this smaller one (below) that tipped the scales at two pounds. She's turned into a fishing machine.
Sargie's about finished with her early-morning girl chores and is ready to head to Green Bay. We have a list about a mile long of household items that are needed. It's going to be a long day, but hey, sometimes a guy has to take one for the team.
I'd better put my shoes on and get in the shopping mode. After all, a man's work is never done.
So are the tales from Pentoga Road....
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| By day, she's an optician, helping to save the eyeballs of America. But at night, she's a fisher lady gone wild. |
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