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| One of the many nice bluegills caught on Wednesday afternoon |
40 degrees/fog/calm winds
Pentoga Road
With fog having settled in on Pentoga Road, it's looking more like pea soup than the nice day that Carl the Weatherman promised during last night's broadcast. Several deer have walked around the perimeter of the garden fence looking for a way to break in and the bluejays are sitting atop the sunflowers, now mostly spent, trying to pry seeds from what were beautiful flowers a few short days ago.
Once again, we dodged a frost. This is the latest I can remember that there's been no killing frost. Color is still sparse on the trees and while mostly green, the garden has quit growing. It's as though everything is in the pause mode waiting for the colder weather to arrive.
Lest I sound anxious for winter to come marching in, I'm not. What we're experiencing now is almost perfect. Other than the leaf peepers, I don't think it would break anyone's heart if these conditions continued for another month or six.
Speaking of perfect weather, Wednesday filled the bill. In the upper 60's with calm winds and skies that sported huge, puffy, clouds, we began the day in Iron Mountain. Sargie had an appointment and I filled the time by window shopping in a nearby store.
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I asked a clerk that, if by Christmas, they were saying "bah humbug." She replied they already were. I don't think I'm far behind. So much for the true meaning of Christmas.
We were back home by noon and it didn't take long for us to get ready to go fishing.
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| I found this skeleton of a hummingbird tangled in the chain stringer lying on the floor of the boat. |
None of the twenty-five fish we caught were trophy size by any means, but all were "eaters," large enough to provide a Friday night fish fry.
As usual, Sargie showed me how to catch fish and I managed to catch more than I missed. It was a successful outing.
Back home, I filleted the bluegills while Sargie made seafood Alfredo. Needless to say, there were a couple of tired fishermen... hmm, a fisher lady and a fisher guy.. okay, how about, fisher people, who relaxed Wednesday evening while watching the finale of America's Got Talent. Speaking of...
Isn't that something, a little twelve-year-old singing/song writer, young girl, who won the competition plus a million dollars and will headline a three day show in Las Vegas.
I wonder what little Grace will do? She's just a teeny wisp of a school girl who doesn't deserve to be thrown to a pack of entertainment wolves. It'll be interesting.
This is day two of Sargie's five day vacation. I have no idea what's on the agenda so we'll just let it happen as it occurs.
After all, a man's work is never done.
So are the tales from Pentoga Road...
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