January 7, 2017 - Saturday
Amazing, the advances in modern medicine. I remember when having pinkeye meant days, if not weeks of recovery. Today, it's a matter of a few drops being placed in the eyes.
Our newest game yesterday involved a two-car race down the hallway from the dining room into the kitchen. The first car to reach the refrigerator was crowned the winner.
I use a small step stool to reach the bird feeders. When I was finished, Grady scrambled up the rungs, got to the top one, and tumbled off into the snow. He thought it was such great fun that he did it again.
-13 degrees/partly cloudy/breezy
Pentoga Road
I don't believe Al Gore would win a popularity contest in the Upper Peninsula (or anywhere else for that matter) this morning.
According to Dr. Spencer, the average spatial temperature as of 7 AM, in the lower 48, was registering only 11 degrees. Sitting here in the dark, alongside a roaring fire while the furnace is running, I'm having difficulty buying into the global warming/carbon credits thing.
The Frigid 48: U.S. Average Temperature 11 deg. F
January 7th, 2017 by Roy W. Spencer, Ph. D.
As predicted here ten days ago, portions of all of the Lower 48 states are below 32 deg. F at 6 a.m. EST this morning.
The spatial average temperature over the Lower 48 at 6 a.m. is 11 deg. F, which is fully 9 deg. (!) colder than at any time last winter, which occurred twice in January of 2016.
The spatial average temperature over the Lower 48 at 6 a.m. is 11 deg. F, which is fully 9 deg. (!) colder than at any time last winter, which occurred twice in January of 2016.
There is a positive side to these frigid and snowy conditions. The colder the winter, the better quality of maple syrup the following spring. Ours should be absolutely perfect, #1, light amber, come late March and April.
Friday was a day filled with quality playtime. Though somewhat matted, Grady's eye was 100% better when he awakened and by last night, his eye was once again clear and looked normal.
Amazing, the advances in modern medicine. I remember when having pinkeye meant days, if not weeks of recovery. Today, it's a matter of a few drops being placed in the eyes.
We played and played yesterday morning. Hambone has become a deadly stunt/crash car driver and is anxious to destroy any vehicle, chair leg, bulldog, or ankle that lies in his path.
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| "Lucky" Anderson Pentoga Road's newest stunt car driver |
Even Grandma Sargie and Daddy got into the action later in the day.
It was early afternoon and I couldn't stand being cooped up any longer. With the temperature almost reaching zero, I headed out the door along with my pint-sized shadow.
We carried in wood, filled the bird feeders, and even rode the snowmobile up to Neighbor Mike's to check that his furnace was running properly.
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| Helping to fill one bird feeder |
The three of us went for our usual ride in the afternoon and it soon became evident ol' Hambone was all done in. He fell asleep in the car and once home, Pawpaw carried him upstairs for a long winter's nap.
I took the opportunity to work in the shop. I turned a drum stick to replace one that Brutus has chewed on when Grady brought his one man band instruments with him.
After, I began turning a piece of maple.
What I had in mind was to make a vase. I used to carve wooden flowers and what better vessel in which to place wooden flowers than a wooden vase?
I'm still not happy with the shape. The neck needs grow progressively thinner as it slopes towards the bottom. Hey, it's a work in progress. I'll work on shaping it later today and continue turning the inside.
Macrea stopped late in the afternoon and we had a wonderful supper of Sargie's creamy wild rice soup along with homemade biscuits. It was comfort food, perfect for a cold winter evening.
The boys left after playing one last session of crash cars. Poor Grady wanted to take his home, but I told him both cars would be here when he returns. I asked him if that was okay and through teary eyes, he nodded his head up and down.
Hugs and kisses were given and just like that, Hambone and Daddy drove off into the dark.
Sargie closes the Vision Center today. I think I'll head out to the ice shack for a while this morning, open the hole, and see what might be swimming down below. Otherwise, I'll carry a couple of boxes of toys back out to the storage shed, run the vacuum over the rugs, sweep the floors, carry in wood, and of course, spend most the day in the shop. There might also be a nap on the agenda in there somewhere.
After all, a man's work is never done.
So are the tales from Pentoga Road...
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| Grandma Sargie giving both boys hugs goodbye |
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