March 31, 2018 - Saturday morning
23 degrees/heavy snow/calm winds
Pentoga Road

I almost didn't write this morning.



SNOW SNOW SNOW SNOW SNOW SNOW SNOW SNOW SNOW SNOW SNOW SNOW



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

So are the tales from....

Well, that's what I feel like writing, but I can do better than that.

I'm sitting here in the early morning hours wondering if/how we'll make it off of Pentoga Road to Foster City for the big family Easter gathering. So far the wind hasn't begun to blow and if it remains quiet, we could make it. With gusts forecast to reach 30 mph later this morning, I'm a bit hesitant.

We love Taylor's new (to them) home. He and Nicki have it fixed so nice, the whole family's going to be there, Nicki's folks are gems, it's Easter weekend, etc.

Guess we could take the snowmobile and leave the Blazer at home.

Yeah, that's it! Sargie could ride in front on the handlebars and wear a backpack. Dang, that's why I was a professor, always thinking deep thoughts.



In my arctic days, it wouldn't have been at all unusual to have Sargie ride in a basket sled behind the Tundra, covered by a caribou hide, and enjoy the fifty mile ride from here to Foster City.

Then there's the egg. That has me totally bummed. I've been working on the egg for sometime now and there's something about it I haven't liked. The shape is good and after it was painted, it looked okay, but something has been missing... just something that wasn't right.



I added some flowers around the base. The arrangement I tried looked terrible. I don't know, the egg might be bound for the wood stove yet. 

I guess I could offer it a television network should they come out with a sequel to Mork and Mindy. As I remember, Mork, Robin Williams, traveled in an egg. 

There's hope yet. 

To add icing to the cake, the coffee pot decided to be clogged this morning, dripping once every five minutes. There are a few things I just don't do well. One is to function in the early morning hours without a cup of coffee. 

Let's see, what else can I whine about?

Friday was a laid back day. I arrived home from my walk and nixed the idea of working on the frame for the strawberry bed. Though it was sunny, the temperature was well below freezing and with a storm forecast, I didn't feel like dragging all the tools out from the shop then carting them all back inside.

I saw the first robin of the season Friday morning!

Most the day was spent working on the ... egg. I've already kicked that dead horse enough.

Let's see, in the Positive News Department, this year's tomatoes have sprouted and are doing well. It appears the germination rate is quite good. 



Sargie made it home last night in good shape and  has this weekend off.

So, here I sit, waiting to see what the weather is going to do. The warning that was just published extends to 4 this afternoon with eight inches forecast to fall. I guess I could put the snow plow back on the four wheeler, but that seems like a lot of work, at least for now.

Another option is to go upstairs and crawl back into bed alongside Sargie and simply let it snow. There's plenty of time before we have to make up our minds and who knows what the weather will do between now and then.

Hmm, I could try to sweet talk her into being pulled in the ice fishing sled behind the snowmobile over to Foster City. 

Now if I can just find a caribou hide.

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

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...