September 24, 2017, Sunday
68°, clear skies, call them winds
 Pentoga Road

I find myself once again perched on neighbor Mike's picnic table dictating into an iPhone, wondering how many verbal typos will be made in the name of literary blathering. I don't trust a mini computer to interpret my voice and what's more, I use proofreading as a way to temper much of what is originally written.

So I have to really watch what I  say. The print is too small for me to read, so what I say is what it is.

 So, it's just me, my iPhone, and neighbor Mike's picnic table, the only place around that has cell service.

Here we go.

Saturday dawned extremely humid. Coupled with the 80+ degree temperatures it felt more like the middle of July then late September.

I  spent most of the morning in the shop and made a new type of container. Turned from Maple, it is narrow  with a rim  on the top and much wider on the bottom and resembles the stack of a nuclear power plant. I really enjoyed making it and it was fun to let my imagination run wild. This could be a Proto type of one I've been asked to make after I get a larger lathe.

It was noon before Sargie and I took off in moms car for our afternoon Drive. We talked about going to Marquette or Escanaba, one of the Great Lakes towns nearby, but decided since we will be in Green Bay next weekend attending Sasha and Alex's wedding, we better keep our driving and spending to a minimum. We had a wonderful drive around the area, chomping  Burgers, eating fries, and sipping cokes.

Macrea called later in the afternoon saying they were coming over and would be bringing homemade chicken pot pie. Wonderful!

Since we knew we had time before they arrived, Sargie and I hopped on a four wheeler and kept cool by taking a drive down to the river. With the shadows beginning to grow longer, the rushing air felt good.

 Macreae, Mel, and hambone, arrived later in the afternoon. Mark and Sherry came in their side-by-side ATV and we had a great time sitting in the living room talking.

At one point, Grady and I played soccer. He enjoys kicking the large, oversized, ball that we used and the munchkin soon wore his Pawpaw out.

 Mel's chicken pot pie was out of this world, I've sworn that I'll get the recipe as it will make a great winter meal. It certainly hit the spot on a warm evening.

It was 10 PM before Grady gathered his parents and they headed back to Iron Mountain. Sargie nor I had any problems sleeping last night. The temperatures dropped along with the humidity and the house was pleasantly cool for sleeping.

 Sargie works from noon until five today. I am going to spend most of the morning in the shop then watch the Packers play at three this afternoon. Hopefully, they will remember to show up for the game today, something they forgot to do last Sunday.

It's to remain warm through Tuesday then the temperatures are to plummet with highs in the low 50s on Wednesday. I guess it will be time to begin carrying in wood and start feeding the wood stove.

I am not surprised. After all, a man's work is never done.

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...