With clear skies and lower temperatures and humidity, it finally feels like fall.

September 28, 2017 - Thursday

43 degrees/clear skies/calm winds

Pentoga Road

I'm up early trying to get my usual morning activities finished before we point the car south and head to Green Bay. Our plan is to stop in Iron Mountain and pick up Hambone then continue on. Mel and Macrea will be going to tonight's Packer's game, so Grady will be with us. Sasha and Alex's wedding is Friday afternoon.

While Sargie was doing her thing in the house on Wednesday, I was in the shop fashioning another pumpkin.

I ran out of scrap 4x4 material, but remembered that Yooper Brother Mark had given me several soft wood fence posts from their plant in Kentucky last year. They weren't hard enough to use for serious turning, yet too good to throw away.

I found their purpose. They are perfect for making pumpkins and snowmen!

Being soft wood (like pine) and without bark, it took very little time to round a piece into a ball.

It was time to pick up the altered dress that Sargie will be wearing to Sasha's wedding. 

The seamstress is located in a large consignment shop in Crystal Falls. While Sargie did her business, I talked with the owner and in the end, said I'd be back next week to discuss leaving some of my pieces. I can rent a space for very little per month with all the proceeds belonging to me or she will sell my work and keep a percentage. I think I'll try a table or display.

Sargie and I later stopped at another store and what was the first thing I saw? Christmas goodies.

Good grief, I'm already getting tired of the holidays and September's not yet over. Most of all, I hate to see the real meaning of Christmas demeaned with all the commercialism.

I remember back when everyone waited until the day after Thanksgiving to begin the Christmas season. Labor Day appears to be the new start time.

In our drive around the area, Sargie and I saw something... ah... interesting.

I'm not certain if the owner is making an artistic statement or he simply ran out of room in his already "busy" yard to put a few bicycles. Hey, if you can't expand outward, you might as well go up.

Back home, I moved to the garden to feed the goldfish and pick cauliflower.

We ended up blanching and freezing three heads late yesterday afternoon plus one batch of broccoli. For as lousy as this past gardening season has been, the cold weather crops have done well.

Sargie was busy, so I took the opportunity to head back to the shop, this time to paint the pumpkin that I'd turned Wednesday morning. I decided to try my hand at painting a girl.

She's still a work in progress, but it's a start. It's obvious that I didn't attend cosmetology school and am no artist. This gal is going to get a bow along with a decorative stem.

We're looking forward to the next couple of days, especially gathering with family and friends to attend Sasha and Alex's wedding. I can't imagine a more beautiful bride than Sasha who deserves a great guy like Alex. Both are wonderful, loving, hard working people.

It's time to wind this up and think about packing a few things. First and foremost will be my swim trunks. Hambone and I have a date with the hotel's hot tub tonight.

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

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...

This guy gets a hat with a stem coming out the top.