Graham Brown

November 7, 2017 - Tuesday

24 degrees/cloudy/calm winds

Pentoga Road

Graham's the son of P.A. Katie whom I visited for my annual physical Monday morning. When Katie proudly showed me the picture of her youngest son, I asked if she might send it to me. It's too good not to post.

Admit it, know him or not, the little guy made you smile.

I was out of the house and in Iron Mountain early enough to run an errand or two before my check up.

Katie poked, prodded, and squeezed, and at the end of the exam, pronounced me in good shape. My only complaint was that I sometimes run out of energy, but she assured me I'm doing just fine.

Both arms are achey this morning after receiving a flu shot in one and a pneumonia vaccine in the other. Thankfully, I got a sucker at the end of the visit to make all the pain worth my while. 

I don't know where they get them, but Katie and crew have the best suckers, the old lollipop kind that we enjoyed as kids. 

Back home, I did a few odd jobs around the house. We'd purchased a new reading light for my side of the bed. The previous one had broken from it's base.

What to do with the old one? It found a new permanent home in the shop where it was  attached to the lathe stand. 

With its flexible neck, I can put the bright light any place needed or bend it completely out of the way. 

Monday's chores included putting next year's dried flower seeds into small envelopes.

These are marigolds we are particularly fond of. I also stripped the seeds of the double ruffled yellow hollyhock. Seed gathering and drying is officially finished for the year.

I played out in the shop for the rest of the afternoon. Tiring of puzzles, Pilgrims, and kiddy scroll saw cutouts, I treated myself and made a bowl from scrap pine.

This piece of wood was in the scrap bucket to be used as kindling. The grain turned out to be beautiful.

Sargie was home late last evening after closing the Vision Center. She opens this morning making her night a short one. Thankfully, it appears the bug that had invaded her body is finally a thing of the past.

I'm going for my usual walk this morning then plan to make a large beef stew. It's that time of year. Otherwise, I'll spend the rest of the day doing what I do best... simply piddling around, maybe taking a short nap, and going from one project to the other. It's a vicious cycle that I navigate daily.

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

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...