April 23, 2016 - Saturday
27 degrees/clear/calm winds
Pentoga Road

It's early, very early. I awakened at 2 AM and it seemed every broken bone, muscle pull, bump, scratch, cut, and boo boo, I ever had in life was hurting. I tossed one way, turned another. Nothing would help.

If that wasn't bad enough, my brain kicked into overtime and I started thinking. Normally, that's a good thing, but not at 2 AM. 

Poor Sargie closed last night and opens this morning. She needs some sleep, not some over-thinking, boo boo laden, person turning somersaults in bed beside her. I finally got up. 

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Yesterday's activities can only be described in two words, wood chips. Three trips were made back and forth to Yooper Brother Mark's plant in town.



The chips, shavings really, are a waste product from the animal bedding that is manufactured at the plant. They are in a semi trailer for anyone with a strong back and the will to shovel them into a container.



The Blazer can haul six, forty-gallon, trash barrels. That's about all my back and hernia can take at any given time, so it works out well.



I bring the wood shavings home, use the two-wheeled dolly to take one can at a time into the garden, dump it out, rake them smooth, and begin all over again.

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A nurse called from the hospital yesterday afternoon to go over Tuesday's procedure and give me a list of do's and don't's beforehand. They are the same instructions I received before the knee was worked on a few summers ago.

I'm all squared away and ready to get this silly hernia fixed on Tuesday. I'm growing tired of working for a few minutes, then pushing everything back to where it belongs, and repeating that process over and over throughout the day. Oh well, after today's over, I should be finished with any heavy lifting and can settle in for a bout of lighter activities over the next few weeks. 

Sargie had to close last night and wasn't home until late. We had a light supper together then it was up the stairs and off to bed. She opens this morning, but should be home early tonight and has tomorrow off.

I have two more loads of wood chips to haul today and that job will be finished. I think after, I'll officially be ready for the gardening season. 

There's some big rain on the horizon. Over two inches are forecast to fall beginning tonight through Monday. Snow is mentioned for this next week, but we won't kick that can around the block again.

It's 3:47 AM. I think I'm going to go back upstairs and try to grab a couple of hours of legitimate sleep before the alarm rings. I'm tired, but not sleepy. Maybe sleepy will come from behind and I'll doze off.

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

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...