One of the many beautiful homes that adorn Rhinelander, Wisconsin's, residential streets

March 28, 2016 - Monday
31 degrees/cloudy/calm winds
Pentoga Road

As has become the norm these past few days, I awakened at 4:30 this morning and thought I'd lay in bed for another half an hour. The next thing I knew, the alarm was ringing. Must be old age.

Sunday was fun. I cleaned and swept the shop while Sargie was sleeping in. I've gotten into the habit of putting my tools away immediately after using them. If one is randomly laid down, it might take half an hour to find it again, even if it's lying in front of my nose. I like this new habit of mine and wish I would have developed it sixty years ago.

I drove into town to get the trailer that had been filled with firewood at Yooper Brother Mark's plant. It took a bit of doing, but once home, it was backed up, threaded between the trees, and parked alongside the place where the wood will to be unloaded.



What to do next? With Sargie out of the shower and ready to roll, we decided to drive over to Rhinelander for the afternoon. Though nothing was really needed, we had no trouble parting with some of our hard earned dollars. 

We also spent time driving around looking at homes.

Sargie bought a ceiling fan for the kitchen. Check one more thing off the redo-the-kitchen list. Still to go... installing a new back window, sanding and refinishing the floor, and painting the cabinets. 



I purchased more flower bulbs. I don't know, for whatever reason, I'm really into the flowers this year. Joanne, who lives in Georgia, has mentioned several times that I need to incorporate flowers into the garden. This year, I'm heeding her advice.

We arrived home in the early evening. I spent some time working on the trailer load of wood until driving rain ran me inside. 

We enjoyed eating ham sandwiches and watching television last evening. Bedtime came fairly early.

Sargie opens today. I'm going to hoof my usual five miles then finish emptying the trailer. After that, I'll fill it with very full trash barrels and make my way to the dump. Sounds exciting, doesn't it? No wonder people want to be me.



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

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...  

It will only take a few more days of sun and wind and the ice on our local lake will be gone for another year.