I saw Sargie kissing Santa Claus

December 2, 2016 - Friday

25 degrees/cloudy/breezy

Pentoga Road

It feels like winter this morning, dark, cold, and windy, not nice out there at all. A person could almost think it's December. 

We added a six-foot Santa to our Christmas decor this year. The old man sings and dances and is so life-like, he's almost spooky.

I was up during the night and forgot about him. Half asleep and in the middle of a coughing fit, I nearly had a heart attack when I saw a strange figure standing in the dark just a few feet away.

I was teasing Sargie earlier by saying how weird it would be if we awakened during the night to hear Santa downstairs singing and dancing on his own. I thought it was funny. She didn't.

Meanwhile...

I'm beginning to feel better although I have a drainage that's making me cough, mostly during the night. I finally broke down in the early morning hours and took some over the counter medicine so I could go back to sleep. It worked.

My five mile walk went well yesterday morning. It was the first time in a week that I strolled the full distance and other than some heavy breathing after hoofing up Heartbreak Hill, everything was great.

There were a couple of loads of laundry that needed to be done and it was past noon before I went outside.

With colder weather forecast, I moved the Tundra from the barn, put it up on blocks, and covered it with a tarp. It will remain there until ice fishing season arrives.

 

The rest of the afternoon was spent in the shop working on one project or the other. 

This scroll saw piece, The Old Man and the Sea, is about half finished. It will be cut, sanded, and mounted on a darker piece of background wood.

I quit working in time to get ready and drive to Iron Mountain and meet Sargie. I found her sitting at her desk, busy, doing optician things.

Last evening was a quiet one. It didn't take long to put Santa together and he now occupies a significant space in the corner of our dining room.

I was thrilled that the new sunflower seeds I'd ordered a couple of weeks ago arrived in yesterday's mail, those from a world champion strain. I need to introduce some new genetics into what I've been breeding for the past five years, broadening the family tree. If the length and girth of the new seeds are any indication of the size of plant and flower, it will be a welcome addition. The parent of these seeds grew to thirty feet tall and bore thirty inch flowers. Stay tuned, we could have a new forest growing on Pentoga Road next summer. 

I'll be riding back with Sargie this morning to Iron Mountain. Once home, there are a few honey-do jobs that need to be done, then after that, I'll, no doubt, end up in the shop. I should continue to work on the Santas for the little ones, plus Mississippi Brother Garry sent me a picture of an ornament I'd like to make. 

It's time to listen to the news and sip some coffee.

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

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...