Ivy's nine month picture

September 19, 2016 - Monday

62 degrees/clear skies/breezy 

Pentoga Road

It's hard to believe that my youngest granddaughter, Ivy, is nine months old. She sure is growing by leaps and bounds and what a cutie pie.

There's nothing like a baby's laugh to make us smile.

Sunday was a lazy one on Pentoga Road. Sargie did a couple of loads of laundry and hung clothes out on the line. 

Sargie's flowers displaying an end-of-the-year burst of color

I worked in the shop much of the morning and accomplished a few things. Seemed I did more piddling around than actual work.

I was doing a lot of drilling yesterday, so I simply took the hose from the shop vac and mounted it so it would suck the saw dust. I intend to mount a central dust collection system later this fall on most the machinery.

Someone expressed interest in purchasing a pyramid planter and I spent some time trying to figure out how much to charge. Barebones cost for wood is around $40 and I'm so slow that if I charged by the hour, the planter would cost more than a new house... and a new car. I think I'll just round it up a bit and call it good enough.

Sargie and I made a quick trip to town then returned home and headed to the lake.  All we really caught was a lot of sunshine and fresh air. I'm not certain where the bluegills were, but they weren't in our basket.

My trusty guide, poised and ready for action

Last night was spending rolling in agony as I watched the Packers flounder their way to this season's first loss to Minnesota. Though the game was close, there's not much to celebrate in Packer Nation this morning. Oh well, the year is young and no doubt, Aaron and the boys will find a way to get back on track. They'd better or it's going to be a long season.

Her five-day vacation over, Sargie opens today. I'll be hiking my five miles this morning and have pledged to hike each and every day, regardless of the weather. I'm not sure when I evolved into such a flower to become a fair-weather hiker. It's time to get serious. I still dream of the Appalachian Trail and that's not for pansies.

I really need to lose some weight. For whatever reason, my belly keeps expanding. Yeah, I know, retired, age, gravity, lower metabolism, blah, blah, blah. 

Just save it. 

The cold hard facts are that if I go into the winter months overweight, I'll emerge next spring looking like an overinflated beach ball.

Other than go for my walk this morning, I'll probably work in the shop, begin cleaning the dead plants out of the garden, collect some more seeds, and fine tune my efforts to perfect perpetual motion.

Like Sargie's flowers, these nasturtiums in the pyramid planters are in full display. I'll be collecting the seed pods from these to plant next year. They've done well this summer.

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

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...

Since the fish weren't biting, I figured I might as well stretch out and enjoy the day.