The flower box in the front was made ready to plant. All we need is warm weather.

 May 12, 2016 - Thursday

55 degrees/drizzle/calm winds

Pentoga Road

It's a stitch-free boy who writes this morning. Wednesday's meeting with the surgeon went well and I was released to resume life as normal assuming I use common sense. As the good doctor said, "No heroics." Ah, who wants to be a super hero anyway?

I made a stop at the bank to close out the savings account mentioned yesterday, but not before I shared my thoughts with one of the managers. I never withdrew any money from my savings, yet they wrote me a check yesterday for five dollars less than the amount I deposited four years ago. I can understand why Grandpa Pennington, who lost money in a bank during the Great Depression, felt as he did about many of our "savings" institutions. Crooks. I'm right there beside him. 

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Back home, I changed clothes and with a clean bill of health, began hauling dirt to fill the new planter by the deck. 

I lined the box with black plastic on the sides and stapled porous black cloth on the bottom to prohibit weed growth.

The next order of business was to plant violets, some that were dug from the woods while others were purchased.

After, I turned my dirt-moving operations to the front planter. Right now, we're just waiting for warmer weather.

The rest of the day was spent cleaning up logs and debris with the front end loader from the old popple woods.

I later used the backhoe to clean the nearest corner of rocks and wood. It had been used as a burn/trash pile for many years prior to my purchasing the place. As soon as the debris piles are cleared away, that area can be mowed.



Sargie arrived home after 9 last night and we had a very short evening before going to bed. She opens this morning, but has the next three days off. 

We're going to drive to Escanaba, Michigan, tomorrow, about two hours south and east of here. I want to visit with the bicycle man who sells the brand of trike that I'm interested in. No doubt, we'll also do some shopping. Sargie and I love our road trips, even if they are only two hours in length.

I'm going to walk this morning then work on Sheri's great grandpa's grave marker. I bought a really nice piece of cedar from which to make it and I'd like to finish before Memorial Day so they can put the old guy to rest. He died and was buried in 1933.

It's time to get this uploaded and begin the day. After all, a man's work is never done.

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...

When first buying the house and land, the area on the right was waist-high brush, saplings, and thistles, with just a teeny path going towards the rear of the property. The area on the left was a shoulder-high dump/burn area at the edge of the popple woods that stretched from the lower left of the picture down to the current burn pile. Much of the land was so overgrown with scrub brush and weeds that I didn't fully know what I'd purchased.