We received a big welcome home in the form of heavy snow squalls early Sunday afternoon.

February 27, 2017 - Monday

-5 degrees/partly cloudy/calm winds

Pentoga Road

It's always good to get away, but isn't it great coming back home! 

We had a wonderful weekend with the family. Other than the hot tub being broken, a person couldn't have written a better scenario.

We left Gladstone Sunday morning in time to pick up Brutus at the kennels before their mid day four-hour closure. Originally the plan was to spend Sunday shopping, but Sargie said there was nothing she really needed. I was the same, so we put the pedal to the metal and made it to the kennels before they closed at 11:30.

Sunday afternoon was a lazy one. I spent time outside plowing several inches of snow from the drive and had just gotten it cleaned when the first of several heavy snow squalls blew through.

Other than carry in wood, I did absolutely nothing the entire afternoon other than watch television and talk with Sargie. She would tell you the same. We were lazy.

It might have been snowing and cold this weekend in the UP, but along the coast of southern Maine, my grandson, Wyatt, decided fifty-five degrees was warm enough to play in the sand and water.

Wyatt is a carbon copy of his father, my oldest son, Josh, at that age. Just like his dad, he obviously enjoys the water, regardless of the temperature or time of year.

Grandson, Coleman, had a successful wrestling tournament this past weekend. 

He placed third in his division against some tough competition and is looking forward to the state meet the week after next. 

Sargie's on vacation for the next two days, so I'll let her set our agenda. I know we have a few errands to run later today. The temperature is to be in the 40's and it's time to get the boiling pans and spouts ready for another maple syrup season. I wish I could hook up the hose and high pressure washer and do it all right. With the temperature reading five below zero, that's not going to happen anytime soon.

Meanwhile, I think I'll go out and turn the heat on in the shop and let it warm up while I finish writing. I'm beginning to suffer wood shaving withdrawals after being away this past weekend. 

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

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...

Brutus is heading home after a weekend at the kennels