One of the Big Moose pumpkins growing in the new garden addition. It's already in the twenty to thirty pound range.

August 3, 2016 - Wednesday

70 degrees/sunny/calm winds

Pentoga Road

The past four days have seen some sort of bug, or virus, call my body home. It makes its presence known by giving me aching joints accompanied with a fairly high fever. I also notice my coordination is off kilter making typing a bit difficult.

I called the doctor's office yesterday, but the first opening wasn't until August 16th. I took it, but if I don't get to feeling better, I'll go to our local urgent care clinic. I'm hoping that given a bit more time, this thing will have run its course and I'll be back to firing on all eight cylinders. 

These past two days haven't been completely worthless. Sargie and I went fishing Monday night at our local lake where we caught enough to bring home and clean. I taught Sargie how to cast to shore from the boat. Dad used to refer to it as, "Casting for bass." 

I've created a monster. Having found success casting for bass, each time I suggested we come home, Sargie would argue for "just one more cast!" 

I'm tickled she likes it. She makes a great fishing partner.

Another picking of blueberries was in order and a half a five-quart ice cream pail was filled.

As long as I was hot, sweaty, and miserable, I figured I might as well pick the cauliflower and get it blanched and in the freezer.

Two-and-a-half gallon freezer bags were filled.

The last nest of yellow jackets was torched late Monday night. Initially, I didn't know if the entire underground colony had been destroyed, but after checking yesterday, it appears it's a done deal. I won't miss having those stinging spawn of Satan flying around my head each time I'm in the garden or fearful of them when the side yard is mowed.

After voting in yesterday's primary, I made my way into town to purchase two tickets to the Elvis (impersonator) concert Thursday night. Sargie and I are fully prepared to sing, clap, bee bop, and who knows, we may even get carried away and dance the hootchie coo in the aisles!

I stopped at the plant on the way home and picked up the trailer that had been filled with fire wood. I hope to get it unloaded over the next day or two.

Yooper Brother Mark is in New York for meetings this week, but his assistant, Ann, and I had a good conversation.

I'd just parked the trailer when the skies opened up and dropped .4 of an inch of badly needed rain.

I hoped it might last all day, but was grateful for what we received. It quit after an hour when the sun appeared and it became quite hot and humid.

The rest of the day was spent in the recliner either shivering or sweating profusely. Sargie was home early and we spent the evening watching America's Got Talent followed by Bear Grilles squeezing water out of elephant dung.

Other than some achy muscles, I feel pretty good this morning and thankfully, the fever has subsided. I'd like to get those rocks and boulders picked up in the side yard and possibly begin unloading the trailer of firewood. It's to be hot, so no doubt this afternoon will be spent doing less strenuous activities... like taking a nap.

I didn't feel like writing Tuesday morning, but Brutus did. He had the computer powered up and ready by the time I came downstairs.

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

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...