Great Grandpa Dobson finally got his grave marker on Saturday

May 29, 2016 - Sunday

61 degrees/clear skies/calm winds

Pentoga Road

I think I have the story correct about Sheri's great grandpa, John Dobson. He died in 1933 and being without any means (it was, after all, the Great Depression) he was buried in an area where those who had no money were laid to rest. The family had lost track of where old John was until fairly recently and through whatever means, discovered his final resting place, hence the cross. 

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There's not a lot of write about this morning. Rain fell, AGAIN, Saturday and when the sun did shine, it was horribly hot and humid.

It was announced on television last night that this last week saw May going from being the third driest on record to the third wettest, all in six days. 

It was just a week ago ago that I was mentally calculating which garden plants would be watered this summer and which would go by the wayside. When one is dependent on a shallow well, just a few feet deep, there are hard choices to make during dry times in order to conserve water.

I well remember seven years ago when this area was going into the summer seventeen inches below normal after a three-year drought. At that time, there was nonstop company visiting all summer long and I was fearful the well might run dry. It never did, so I guess I needn't worry so much. At any rate, it's all a moot point now. Water is everywhere.

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I arrived back home from Iron Mountain Saturday morning with a full belly and two bags of concrete. Home Depot was giving away free hotdogs and I enjoyed chomping on one as I dawdled over new riding mowers and infrared gas grills, neither of which I purchased. It was raining and I was in no hurry; just a good day to window shop and eat a weenie cooked on the grill.

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Thankfully, the latest batch of concrete set up, forming the base of the cross. Knowing that, I took apart the form, attached the name plate, and delivered the cross to Mark and Sheri. It was one more thing I could chalk off my list.

I took advantage of a pause between rain showers to hang out the bed sheets later in the afternoon. Luck was with me. They dried in the forty-five minute period that the wind blew and no rain fell. We slept between clean, fresh, sheets last night that smelled like the north woods. Wonderful.

Hmm, the yard needed mowing. I decided to hop on the mower and quickly go over the immediate area around the house. There was only one problem, the belt kept slipping off and it seems that after two years, it's stretched beyond any usefulness. I called Sargie and she purchased a new one over her lunch hour. I'll install that this morning then try it again.

Sargie had to close and was home late last night. Thankfully, she has today off before working on Memorial Day.  I'm going to put the new belt on the mower and attempt to mow the yard this morning. I'm not certain if we'll go anywhere today or simply stay home. I'll defer that decision to the Chair of the Travel Department, Miss Sargie.

It's time to make hay while the sun shines and judging by our current rainfall, that's not very often.

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

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...

Yooper Brother Mark and Sheri stopped out last evening for a visit and to get some rhubarb and a handful of asparagus.