A strong wind was blowing snow on Thursday morning, making for a very chilly walk.

February 26, 2016 - Friday

18 degrees/clear skies, calm winds

Pentoga Road

Happy Birthday to my youngest, Andy. Currently, I believe he's off shore from Texas, moving oil rigs or performing some like job. Happy birthday, Son. We love you.

We're back in the vacation mode again this morning with our planned departure to Escanaba/Gladstone, MI, in a couple of hours. I was up earlier, Sargie just a bit ago. We'll be ready when it's time.

Domestic duties kept me busy on Thursday. I would clean one room, then take a break to tend the laundry, then begin cleaning another between loads.

Speaking of laundry, how can two people dirty so many clothes? I used to accuse Sargie of multiple daily changes until I started paying closer attention. Fully half the clothes belonged to me and I only change clothes once a day, outer clothes might be stretched to two. At any rate, it was a load of whites and a load of darks that kept me running up and down the steps.

I took a couple of hours in the shop to move out the latest strawberry pyramid and give the room a good cleaning. 

Four down, two to go

I'm trying to develop good shop habits, mostly putting tools away, so I can find them later. With my keen and crystal clear eyesight, I'm finding that a hammer laid a mere foot or two away from its intended place can equate to a half-an-hour of searching. I'm learning.

It was late afternoon before Brutus and I played our daily game of fetch and I brought in wood. It didn't seem as though I'd done that much, but the hours had flown by.

Sargie was home early last night and we had a wonderful evening together. She's on vacation for the next week and at least for a few hours, we didn't have a care in the world. Along with watching HGTV, grilled cheese sandwiches were consumed in celebration. It doesn't get much more out of control than that.

This morning is going to be a busy one. We'll be stopping by the township hall to drop off the property taxes. Then it will be onto the kennels to leave Brutus for the weekend, and finally, we'll pause long enough in Iron Mountain to drop off our income tax material at the accountant's. We're to meet at Ross and Holly's later and follow them to our destination, an hour and a half away.

So let's see:

Toothbrush. Check.

A pair of decent pants and a good shirt for Saturday night's supper. Check.

Socks and underthings for two days. Check.

A coat without oil and grease stains. Check.

Swimming trunks. Check.

I think I have all the essentials and am ready to go. Oh no! I almost forgot my pool-side flip flops. Dang it.

Oh well, what's another trip up the steps to retrieve them? It figures. After all, a man's work is never done.

So are the tales from Pentoga Road....

I hope you didn't hear me muttering on Thursday afternoon when I stepped into some deeper snow and walked out of my boot.