Getting ready to go fishing on Wednesday morning

November 5, 2015 - Thursday

57 degrees/partly cloudy/calm winds

Pentoga Road

It seemed too quiet on Pentoga Road yesterday. That one-and-a-half year old tornado we call Grady had gone home, Sargie was at work, and suddenly, it was just the bulldog and me. 

Neighbor Mike and I went fishing after everyone left. We should have simply stayed home. The fog was so thick that we could barely see the water, let alone the lake and surrounding area. The fish were smarter than we were. They stayed where ever fish stay on foggy days.

We arrived home before noon and naturally, once we pulled in the drive, the sun came out and the skies cleared. I didn't let the nice weather go to waste. I spent several hours cutting, hauling, and working up a decent amount of hard wood. I think I made five or six trips into the woods, returning each time with a log or two in tow.

Lengths were cut into sizes that could be dragged by the four-wheeler, brought into the yard, cut, split, and stacked in the shed.

Mike is building a porch onto his camp and visited two or three times during the afternoon borrowing one thing or the other or asking for help.

I finally quit working at dark. My back was hurting and my arms felt as though they ought to belong to someone else. I'm thinking that a hydraulic wood splitter might be in my future, possibly in the next year or two. Now if I could just find an automatic wood cutter, hauler, and stacker, I'd have it made.

It appears it will be more of the same today. Supposedly, this is the last decent day in the foreseeable future. A high of 61 is forecast with a chance of rain. Tomorrow's high... 40. Things are about to change.

Sargie opens this morning and should be home early tonight. I hope so. She closed last night and we saw each other for barely an hour before bedtime. I know I was fast asleep before she even made it up the stairs.

Meanwhile, it's time to pour a cup of coffee and ponder changing a tail light in Sargie's car. I noticed one was out as she was pulling away yesterday. 

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

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...

Taking a bath and brushing his teeth, Grandma Sargie had Grady squeaky-clean before taking him home on Wednesday morning.