December 28, 2015 - Monday
11 degrees/cloudy/calm winds
Pentoga Road

I'm trying to straighten my back after sleeping in the fetal position last night.  I went to my happy place in a remote corner and curled up following the Packers embarrassing loss to Arizona late yesterday afternoon. Whew, that was ugly. Even the coffee sipped from my Packers mug this morning doesn't taste right. Oh well, live by the sword, die by the sword. Packer fans took one for the team late yesterday afternoon. 

Sunday was a lazy one. I walked my three miles around midday and other than that... oh, I took a wonderful hour-and-a-half nap. I figured I needed to get my rest in preparation of the Packers game. I should have simply crawled into bed and stayed there until this morning. 

Mom read a good book all day and we talked off and on. It was simply a relaxing, time... a typical cloudy and cold Sunday afternoon, one meant for being lazy.

Sargie was home early and the three of us spent the evening watching Home and Garden TV. Which reminds me... 

What do people do for a living when they gyrate to a dance of joy because they just purchased a run-down "reno" (house that needs renovation) for a mere $1.25 million dollars? How about a starter home for only half a million? Sargie and I either live in extreme poverty and are too stupid to realize it or the few who still work in the US are spending way too much of their hard-earned income on monthly house payments.

I don't get it, but then I don't have to. I'm just a retired school teacher. One thing I'm fairly certain of... $300,000 will buy a person one of the nicest homes in this area and a million dollars would come close to purchasing the entire Upper Peninsula.

It appears the big storm is still heading this way. I'm going to take my walk first thing this morning then do a couple of loads of laundry. I need to tighten the belt on the snow blower today and make sure the four-wheeler and plow are all set to move some major snow.

Hmm, just a thinking here. Maybe I ought to put Mom through her snow blowing paces, make sure she can fully operate the machine. That would allow me more time sit inside by the wood stove and ponder deep thoughts. No? Hey, I was just throwing it out there to see if anyone wanted to pick it up. I'm pretty sure Mom won't.

Failing that, I think I'll grab another cup of coffee and listen to the news.

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

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...