Not even the electric deer fence could keep Aunt Joanne from raiding the garden Sunday morning

August 27, 2018 - Monday morning

62 degrees/thunderstorm/rain

Pentoga Road

It's an interesting early morning on Pentoga Road. I was awake at 4 AM to fix coffee and prepare to get the girls up and away in a highly coordinated effort. Joanne was first at 5 AM and Sargie will come next at 6. Meanwhile, thunder and lightening are putting on a show all around us and the rain is coming down.

Sunday was pretty much a non event. I finished edging the drive and if/when it ever stops raining, it'll be ready to seal after a quick power wash. I'm hoping that will occur on Wednesday.

Sargie made oatmeal casserole for breakfast. With peanuts, raisins, maple syrup, apples, and peanut butter included, it was wonderful.

We took our usual drive around the area and saw our friend, Leesa, who recently became a first-time grandma.

Talk about proud! Leesa beams while talking about her granddaughter and is happy to share any and all pictures.

We paused during our drive to watch a man paint the trim high atop one of our local church buildings.

Services were halted several years ago and the old building has passed through several private hands since. It appears someone has purchased the building and is now going through a series of restorations.

I hope so. There's something horribly wrong for a once active church to sit vacant and in disrepair. 

Back home, the rest of the afternoon and evening was spent being lazy. I picked a bag of tomatoes to send back with Joanne.

The three of us visited, watched a movie, and later, Joanne began gathering her things and packing.

It's going to seem rather quiet around here in just a couple of hours. I'm going to head to town this morning and run a few errands. No doubt, I'll stop at the animal shelter and play with the pups. Doing so seems to temporarily satisfy my need to adopt a canine companion. Depending on the weather, the rest of the day will be played by ear.

One thing's certain. If it keeps raining, there'll be an afternoon grandpa nap in my future.

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

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...