Emerson, my hippy chick granddaughter

October 12, 2016 - Wednesday

53 degrees/cloudy/calm winds

Pentoga Road

I'm not certain where the nighttime hours went. I remember I was in the middle of my nightly pillow prayer then suddenly, it was time to get up for the day. I must have slept well in between because I didn't realize I'd fallen asleep until this morning.

My doctor's appointment went well on Tuesday.

I was pronounced fit and Megan the Nurse gave me a verbal two thumbs up as did PA, Katie, the wonderful, young, professional with whom I entrust my life. Katie listened to my lungs and heart and cleared me of having Hoof and Mouth Disease, the Black Plague, rickets, and Dengue Fever, and pronounced me good to go for another hundred thousand miles. My next scheduled appointment is in June and since I'll have turned sixty-five, will be on Medicare's dime. 

After stopping to have a headlight replaced on Sargie's Kia and picking up a bag of dog food for Brutus, I arrived home well before noon.

Sargie had the day off and had been doing some chores around the house in my absence. Since we wanted to carry the plants down the basement for the winter, we decided to take our drive early then return home and do some work.

It wasn't a very nice day, warm, but humid and damp. We stopped by Gloria's, our local bait store, where I purchased my trapping license as well as logwood dye and wax to prepare a few coyote traps for the upcoming season.

Back at the house, the work began.

If I'm in such great shape, why did those totes, filled with sand and plants, seem so heavy and difficult to carry down the basement steps? 

With Sargie's help, we got everything set and under the grow lights for the coming winter months. 

The rest of the day was spent being lazy, doing nothing. We ate leftovers for supper and watched too much television. It was just one of those kind of days.

Sargie's back to work this morning. I'm going for my walk then will let the weather dictate the day's activities. It's to rain steadily and temperatures are forecast to drop like a rock. I'd like to dye and wax my traps, possibly continue to work up some firewood, and if it's raining, I may begin removing the particle board in the area where the new window will go in the shop. There's a distinct possibility that if it's too miserable and cold, I might simply come inside the house, build a fire in the wood stove, settle back in the recliner, cover up with a blankie, and take a nap. That's why God invented tomorrow.

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

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...