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| The newest additions to our living room A 50 inch Samsung Smart TV and a new cabinet |
22 degrees/breezy/snow flurries
Pentoga Road
The bottom of my foot is still hurting. Seems I stepped on a screw left over from yesterday's assembly of a new cabinet. It was one of those that came in a box that contained a million, or at least a hundred, pieces.
My foot will live, but I wish the cabinet maker would have picked up after himself. Oh, wait. That was me.
Saturday was a busy one. After arriving home from my usual three mile stroll, Mom and I made our way into town to purchase a couple of things from the grocery store and from there, onto Iron Mountain.
Dog food for Brutus was first on the list. We can already see a huge improvement since switching back to an all meat and taters formula. Conventional dog chow is almost deadly to him, lamb and rice isn't any better. We own a no nonsense, meat and potatoes-type pup.
The next stop was at the filling station. I muttered that gas had risen to $1.94 a gallon, up from last week's $1.87, but then I thought back onto two years ago when it was over $4.00. Gripe? I think not.
Mom and I took our time shopping, waiting for noon to arrive so that Sargie might join us for lunch. A new ice fishing pole found its way into the basket as did a bottle of ARED 2 supplements for my eyes.
We wandered by Electronics. A new 50 inch television? Sure. Why not? Might as well throw in a cabinet on which to set the thing while we were at it.
Okay, I make it sound nonchalant, but no small amount of thought and planning went into acquiring a larger tv. Our smaller model has been increasingly difficult for me to see, almost to the point of doing more listening than actual watching. It also has been perched on top of a rather tall entertainment center, making viewing even more difficult.
Sargie, Mom, and I, enjoyed lunch at (as Sargie's sons called it in their youth) Taco Doorbell. I'm fairly certain the stuffed burrito I consumed added another ten pounds to my bourgeoning middle.
It was with a kiss and a hug that we bade Sargie goodbye and headed home to begin the assembly of our new television center.
We made a quick detour to check on the ice conditions at our local lake. It appeared someone had ventured out onto the ice, drilled a hole, then turned around and came back to shore. Evidently the ice is still too thin for comfort.
God bless Mom. I warned her that as my capable assistant, she might hear words that sixty years ago, would have caused my mouth to be washed out with soap. My better disposition, also known as extreme frustration, often gets the best of me while reading instructions (often translated from Chinese) while putting anything together.
Mom might have heard a word or two, but bless her heart, didn't chase me around the house with a bar of soap in her hand.
Actually, considering it came in a box, the cabinet is well made and the instructions were easy to understand. Had I not wanted to finish before Sargie and Grady arrived later in the afternoon, I'd have almost enjoyed the assembly. Well, that's a lie, but it wasn't as bad as it could have been.
My foot will live, but I wish the cabinet maker would have picked up after himself. Oh, wait. That was me.
Saturday was a busy one. After arriving home from my usual three mile stroll, Mom and I made our way into town to purchase a couple of things from the grocery store and from there, onto Iron Mountain.
Dog food for Brutus was first on the list. We can already see a huge improvement since switching back to an all meat and taters formula. Conventional dog chow is almost deadly to him, lamb and rice isn't any better. We own a no nonsense, meat and potatoes-type pup.
The next stop was at the filling station. I muttered that gas had risen to $1.94 a gallon, up from last week's $1.87, but then I thought back onto two years ago when it was over $4.00. Gripe? I think not.
Mom and I took our time shopping, waiting for noon to arrive so that Sargie might join us for lunch. A new ice fishing pole found its way into the basket as did a bottle of ARED 2 supplements for my eyes.
We wandered by Electronics. A new 50 inch television? Sure. Why not? Might as well throw in a cabinet on which to set the thing while we were at it.
Okay, I make it sound nonchalant, but no small amount of thought and planning went into acquiring a larger tv. Our smaller model has been increasingly difficult for me to see, almost to the point of doing more listening than actual watching. It also has been perched on top of a rather tall entertainment center, making viewing even more difficult.
Sargie, Mom, and I, enjoyed lunch at (as Sargie's sons called it in their youth) Taco Doorbell. I'm fairly certain the stuffed burrito I consumed added another ten pounds to my bourgeoning middle.
It was with a kiss and a hug that we bade Sargie goodbye and headed home to begin the assembly of our new television center.
God bless Mom. I warned her that as my capable assistant, she might hear words that sixty years ago, would have caused my mouth to be washed out with soap. My better disposition, also known as extreme frustration, often gets the best of me while reading instructions (often translated from Chinese) while putting anything together.
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| "But it says part ZZ connects to A and to push 3B onto M." |
Actually, considering it came in a box, the cabinet is well made and the instructions were easy to understand. Had I not wanted to finish before Sargie and Grady arrived later in the afternoon, I'd have almost enjoyed the assembly. Well, that's a lie, but it wasn't as bad as it could have been.
No small amount of time was spent hooking up the new television. At one point, I stood with a gob of wires in my hands having no idea what went where.
Still, in the end, all were sorted, connections were made, and a wonderful picture appeared. I could see the words as they flashed on the screen and didn't have to ask Sargie or Mom to read them to me.
Grandma Sargie and Grady came screaming through the back door late in the afternoon. After a supper of cheddar potato soup, Grandma Sargie and Grady played peek a boo under a blanket on the couch almost all evening. I don't know who was laughing the hardest, Grady or his grandmother.
This is Mom's last full day in the UP. She'll be winging her way south on tomorrow's noon flight to Minneapolis, then onto Indianapolis where my sister will meet her, and from there, they'll drive onto Mom's home in Terre Haute, Indiana.
Other than tonight's very important Packers football game, I'm not certain what is on the agenda. I promised Grady I'd pull him on the sled behind the four-wheeler. Other than that, who knows?
It's time to grab another cup of coffee and I guess I should open the owners manual of the new television to see if I actually have it hooked up correctly.
After all, a man's work is never done.
So are the tales from Pentoga Road...
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