Like father/like son
Matt and Westley

August 2, 2018 - Thursday

52 degrees/cloudy/calm winds

Pentoga Road

I want to wish my oldest son, Josh, a happy birthday. My little buddy turns forty-three today. A Commander in the US Coast Guard, he's contemplating retirement and what vocation he'll pursue after. Since he has multiple degrees in engineering, I'm not overly concerned about his future employment possibilities. Josh is a go-getter.

Josh (left) along with Luke

Happy birthday, son. We love you.

What about that happy little boy at the top of the page, eh? (No Matt, I'm talking about Wes, but daddy's glad you are happy too.) Our youngest grandbaby is sure a happy cutie pie.

Wednesday began with a five-and-a-half mile stroll. The conditions were absolutely perfect, cool and clear.

Just like chickens, a herd of wild turkeys walked ahead of me for over half a mile. Going up Heartbreak Hill, I was worried that a car might come flying over the top and wipe out the entire flock. Thankfully, that didn't happen.

I decided it was too nice of a day to waste doing anything other than fishing. I knew storms were forecast to begin anytime, but there wasn't a cloud in the sky and let's face it, Carl the Weatherman has been known to lie.

I caught several decent bluegills and a few smaller bass before the storm clouds popped up over the horizon.

With the rumble of thunder in the distance, it didn't take long to motor back to the boat landing.

The rest of the day was spent doing odd jobs around the house and shop. I'd made a carved name for one of our great-nephews last year, but managed to misspell his name. They are back from Europe this summer, so he can have his newly made name (spelled correctly) before they fly back across the big pond.

I tried the charred look. At least I didn't burn the shop down.

I was sitting at the scroll saw working, wearing ear protectors, when I felt a vibration. Looking out the window, it appeared that night had fallen at four in the afternoon. 

The vibration I'd felt was the rain hitting the metal roof of the barn overhead and pounding against the window. It's been a long time since I've seen rain come down so hard.



Thankfully, it lasted only twenty minutes or so, enough to register well over an inch in the rain gauge.

Sargie had to close and didn't arrive home until later in the evening. We took the Kia to the mechanic's to be worked on today where the car will get a new pair of rear struts. 

Sargie's off today and as of now, we have no big plans. She'd like to mow. Maybe this afternoon if it dries out. Fishing? Possibly. Being lazy? Now there's a distinct possibility!

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

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...

"... for amber waves of grain."
Taken Wednesday morning while on my walk