Rain rain go away...

August 28, 2017 - Monday

60 degrees/clouds/calm winds

Pentoga Road

That's it. I'm going to build an ark. I know I shouldn't be complaining. Those poor folks in Texas have a real catastrophe happening, but darn, this rain is getting old. I see there's a chance for more later today, then a few days of nice weather before more is forecast to fall.

A critter that WON'T be included on my ark is our resident skunk. I've got one that is doing a fairly decent job of plowing up the yard between the house and garden.

I have traps of every size and shape, live traps, foot traps, killer traps, the Von Trapp Family Singers on DVD, but with the annual Mighty Milligan Labor Day Celebration next Sunday, I really don't want to take a chance of one spraying so close to the house.

I may not have a choice. I've done it before, I can do it again, a live trap wrapped with an old blanket except on one end. I'm thinking that will be the way to go. What a skunk can't see, he won't spray. Stinky's going down.

There's not much to write about concerning Sunday. With the blog written, I returned to bed yesterday morning, snuggled in next to Sargie, and spent the entire morning dozing and sleeping. The rain was slamming onto the metal roof overhead, the wind howling, and with the temperature hovering around 50, there was absolutely no incentive to do anything other than sleep. 

Not going to bed until the wee hours of Sunday morning probably had something to do with the desire to sleep the day away. Whatever the reason, it felt good to do absolutely nothing.

We came alive around noon. Our tummy's were growling and we both became obsessed with getting to town and purchasing a box of fried chicken from the deli. 

Sargie even said she was going to skip putting on makeup. 

Now that's a hungry hungry woman. 

Anyone who knows my bride knows that she doesn't walk across the road to check the mail unless she has on make up. I promised her that she could stay in the car and I'd go inside to get the chicken.

We didn't even take a ride yesterday. The boxed chicken was smelling better than Mom's kitchen on Thanksgiving Day. With McDonalds Cokes sitting in the cup holders, we made our way home.

I've had to perform a bit of garden maintenance lately. The giant sunflowers are becoming mega giants. Several are in excess of fifteen feet tall and with all the rain, the dirt has turned to mud, the roots loosened, and several are in danger of falling over.

I've taken the liberty of securing several with garden twine, much as one would stake a wayward apple tree that insists on growing sideways.

A steel post was pounded into the middle of the sunflower bed and the twine wrapped and tied around the base. 

Hopefully, the support will keep them from toppling before they've bloomed.

Neither Sargie or I had the least difficulty falling asleep last night. 

Sargie's off today and has an appointment later this morning. I'll ride with to keep her company and we'll play the rest of the day by ear. Since everything is dripping wet and I don't want to begin work on the shop addition until after the Labor Day gathering, I might as well. 

This afternoon? Well, there's always the possibility of taking a grandpa snooze. These deep thoughts I have don't happen without the proper rest and a bedtime bowl of ice cream.

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

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...

These sunflowers are the typical eight-foot mammoth variety