Fishing just a mile away, Sargie and I endured a driving downpour Tuesday afternoon. Yet, when we arrived home, nary a drop had fallen.

August 15, 2018 - Wednesday early morning

60 degrees/cloudy skies/calm winds

Pentoga Road

Wouldn't you know, all the rain that fell yesterday in the area missed us completely. 

Brother-in-law, Ross, sent a text last night saying they received between two and three inches in Iron Mountain, a mere forty miles away.

It's luck of the draw and we were on the losing end this time around.

Yesterday was a quiet one on Pentoga Road. With the foot the way it is, I was hesitant to get too physical. We enjoyed omelets for brunch stuffed with every garden goodie that I could find.

Let's see... green and hot peppers, cauliflower, broccoli, green beans, mozzarella cheese, and bacon. Oh, and a big ol' pan of fried taters on the side! 

With storms forecast for later in the afternoon, we took a quick ride to town and a short drive after. 

It was time to go fishing. I'm going to change the Crappie Queen's name to Mama Bass Milligan.

Her superior angling skills have put her on some nice bass this summer. Yesterday was no exception.

This one spent more time out of the water than in, jumping and making some huge splashes.

In less than an hour the fish basket was already partially filled with a nice mess of bluegills. We began by using artificial lures, but finding them less than effective, switched over to the good old fashioned bobber and worms. 

We could hear the rain coming across the lake and hunkered down expecting to get wet. We didn't mind that so much, but when the first clap of thunder sounded, we headed to the boat landing. It was time to get off the lake.

Finding Pentoga Road high and dry, I cleaned our catch out by the garden. While at the utility table, I also repotted one of Sargie's plants that had multiplied and become rootbound.

Last evening was a yawner spent in front of the television. 

Sargie opens today and should be home early this evening. Tomorrow begins her vacation. Aunt Joanne will be heading this way from the Atlanta area the first of next week to spend a few days with us. We're eagerly anticipating her arrival.

Me? I'm going to spend today in the shop as there are several projects I need to finish. The problem with the shop is that sooner or later, I usually find myself in the big, overstuffed, recliner, and my production declines dramatically after that. Funny how that works.

The Halloween pumpkins are beginning to turn.

It's time to get Sargie's lunch packed and fix breakfast. 

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

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...

Come rain, snow, sleet, or hail, Mama Bass Milligan will fight the elements in her never-ending quest to put meat on the table.