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44 degrees/clear skies/windy
Pentoga Road
Other than the gale force wind, it appears there's another nice day on the horizon. We'll take it.
It just dawned on me, the camera sat on the end table by the couch yesterday. There aren't many snap shots to choose from.
I don't know which I enjoy more, writing or looking at the pictures I snapped the day before the blog is posted.
I really enjoy the pictures, seeing what I did, up close and personal. Otherwise, my activities stay in my memory as a hazy circle directly in my line of sight. When they are enlarged and viewed on my computer, I can see through the glob and enjoy the previous day once again.
It's kind of like the movie, Ground Hog Day, where Bill Murray keeps experiencing the same period of time over and over. I live the day at the time and get to relive it all over that evening and the next morning.
On the average, I probably take up to fifty, sometimes more, pictures on a daily basis. Most are discarded after viewing. Some I have no idea what they were taken of while others score a beautiful bullseye of the subject on which the camera was pointed. A person takes enough pictures and chances are good that one or two will be acceptable.
Wednesday was a good day in the neighborhood. Sargie let me out of the car at the usual five mile drop off point and I hoofed back home. I thought I might be tired from the election night action, but it was quite the opposite. I picked 'em up and threw 'em down.
The rest of the day was spent in the shop and I'm happy to say the project I've been working on is almost finished. I'll post pictures of what it is after the Christmas holidays. Varnish still needs to be applied, but the cutting, sanding, and other particulars are finished.
I made a quick dash into town to purchase more sandpaper and varnish. A stop was made at Yooper Brother Mark's plant where we had a short visit. Things were hopping in the wood products business yesterday and the boy was swamped. I'd have offered to help, but I think he needed a hands-on person, not a cheerleader who was more interested in socializing rather than working.
Sargie and I enjoyed partridge and squash for last night's supper. I'd read that the small decorative pumpkins (of which we have many) are actually quite tasty squash. After slicing two open and baking them, I'll agree that they are very good. Don't throw away those table decorations, eat them!
The partridge, fried in butter and onion powder, were absolutely perfect. Sargie paid the ultimate compliment when she said supper tasted like something one would eat in an upscale restaurant.
There's nothing upscale about Pentoga Road, but I'll agree, the partridge and squash were mighty tasty.
Bedtime came early last night. Having received only a few hours of sleep the night before, both of us were having difficulty keeping our eyes open.
Sargie closes tonight, yet another long day for her. I'll go for my walk first thing then return home to apply another coat of varnish to my project. There's a big sale at one of our grocery marts in town, a shop that badly needs to be cleaned, and a couple more grow lights to be hung in the basement. Otherwise, I may just sit around and put my hair up in curlers, read Harlequin romance novels, and eat bon bons.
After all, a man's work is never done.
So are the tales from Pentoga Road...
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