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| Yooper Brother Mark taking down his old garage door |
34 degrees/clear skies/calm winds
Pentoga Road
Hmm, I wonder if eating oatmeal/raisin cookies first thing in the morning counts as a healthy, nutritious breakfast? If I were to indulge in a large bowl of oatmeal topped with raisins and brown sugar, basically an oatmeal/raisin cookie in a bowl, wouldn't it be considered a good way to start my day?
Just was remembering... while living in my cabin in northern Alaska, I'd occasionally make a huge pan of oatmeal with raisins for supper. What I didn't eat would be poured into a small bread pan to set up overnight. The next morning, the oatmeal was sliced into pieces and fried, much like the corn meal mush of old. I'd enjoy my breakfast with syrup or sugar sprinkled over the top.
Ah, who cares how oatmeal is eaten? These cookies Grady and I made are sure good, even if one or two happen to disappear before the sun rises.
Luke sent me a picture of Abigail, my oldest granddaughter, at batting practice.
I'm told she had to knock the back ball off the stand three times by hitting the front ball before she could leave. After half an hour, she did. Now that's dedication!
Mark and I got a good start on Thursday and worked throughout the day, first taking down the old garage door, then installing the new one and the accompanying hardware.
Actually, Mark did most the work. Other than supervise, I was the gofer... I went for this, for that, held the other end of rails and panels, and occasionally, added my two-cents worth of opinions.
It was almost 4:30 before we quit. Initially, I was going to Iron Mountain to deliver pumpkins, but there just wasn't enough time before Sargie finished work. After talking with her, we decided I'll do the pumpkin run on Sunday.
Once home, I experimented with the new leaf blower/vacuum. I hooked up the vacuum attachment and sucked in all the leaves from around the garage and deck.
It did a wonderful job and what really made me happy was that the machine mulched the leaves into small bits, perfect for spreading and tilling into the garden. They should have no trouble decomposing before next spring.
Sargie was home early last night and we had a quiet evening. She closes tonight so it will be a late one for her. Thankfully, she's off Saturday.
Mississippi Brother Garry is on a fishing trip in Louisiana. He said that so far, fishing is lousy, but the scenery is beautiful. Garry sent this picture of bald, or swamp, cypress trees in the lake where they are fishing.
As far as his fishing prowess is concerned, I asked if he needed this old Yankee to come down south and show him how it's done.
Speaking of Yankees, I'm heading back to town fairly soon to help Mark finish the garage door. Assuming we finish, I think I'll try blowing the rest of the leaves out of the yard this afternoon before going over it with the lawn sweeper so I can cross that job off my before-winter chore list.
I need to skedaddle.
After all, a man's work is never done.
So are the tales from Pentoga Road
Actually, Mark did most the work. Other than supervise, I was the gofer... I went for this, for that, held the other end of rails and panels, and occasionally, added my two-cents worth of opinions.
It was almost 4:30 before we quit. Initially, I was going to Iron Mountain to deliver pumpkins, but there just wasn't enough time before Sargie finished work. After talking with her, we decided I'll do the pumpkin run on Sunday.
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| The new door |
It did a wonderful job and what really made me happy was that the machine mulched the leaves into small bits, perfect for spreading and tilling into the garden. They should have no trouble decomposing before next spring.
Sargie was home early last night and we had a quiet evening. She closes tonight so it will be a late one for her. Thankfully, she's off Saturday.
Mississippi Brother Garry is on a fishing trip in Louisiana. He said that so far, fishing is lousy, but the scenery is beautiful. Garry sent this picture of bald, or swamp, cypress trees in the lake where they are fishing.
As far as his fishing prowess is concerned, I asked if he needed this old Yankee to come down south and show him how it's done.
Speaking of Yankees, I'm heading back to town fairly soon to help Mark finish the garage door. Assuming we finish, I think I'll try blowing the rest of the leaves out of the yard this afternoon before going over it with the lawn sweeper so I can cross that job off my before-winter chore list.
I need to skedaddle.
After all, a man's work is never done.
So are the tales from Pentoga Road
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| I was emptying mulched leaves in the garden last night when I felt a flutter by one ear and a slight weight on my shoulder. After a summer in the woods, Jimmy the Chickadee is back looking for a free handout. |
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