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| The Twilight Zone? Nope, just a foggy Monday morning. |
62 degrees/cloudy/breezy
Pentoga Road
I wish all that fog above would have translated into rain. Yesterday's total equalled a big fat zero. The next chance looks to be on Friday. We'll keep our fingers crossed.
We're excited as Aunt Joanne is expected to pull in the drive sometime late this afternoon. She left the Atlanta area yesterday morning and drove to Marion, Illinois. Our pint-sized friend has about a ten hour drive ahead of her today. The route is mostly interstate, so we'll hope construction delays aren't too bad along the way.
I spent a good deal of time in the shop Monday morning working on a ... cat?
Yeah, I know. I don't even like cats, so why am I making one? This feline goes with the mouse I made last month, just a fun little thing. (As Joanne Gaines is so fond of saying.)
We'll see. Both could very well end up in the wood stove.
I picked another melon in the garden. I've found these honey dews are best when they crack open on their own, a sign of being fully ripe.
This Ukrainian variety, Collective Farm Woman, is by far, the sweetest melon I've ever eaten and seems to flourish well in our northern climes. I'll be planting it again next year.
The more conventional cantaloupes are doing well. If we can have just another two to three weeks of warm weather with a bit of rain and no frost, we should be all set.
We were so disappointed at the lack of manners displayed at the store. I know good employees are hard to find, but evidently, so are good manners and customer skills.
I was struggling, pushing and/or pulling a cart with 650 pounds of sealer to the front of the store and obviously having a difficult time. There were half a dozen or more young employees that either walked past or towards me with none offering to help.
It was the same in the parking lot as I was loading each fifty-five pound pail. Two employees walked past. Both pretended not to see me, offering no assistance.
If they're too lazy to help, I'm too proud to ask for any. I've alway claimed that I can outwork most thirty year olds. After yesterday, I stand by that claim.
While Sargie was checking out with her cart, the cashier never acknowledged her, made eye contact, or said, "Thank you, have a nice day," etc.
To make matters worse, the cashier handed Sargie her bag, (still no eye contact) and at the same time yelled across the aisle to someone else. Sargie looked up and said, "THANK YOU."
The gal focused and replied, "Oh yeah... thanks," and went on talking to someone else.
Needless to say, I sat down last night and wrote quite the letter to the corporate office. We'll see what kind of reply I receive back.
God, I can't stand bad manners. (OK, Tom, you've said enough. Calm down and go to your happy place.)
There, that's better.
As I said, Joanne's due in later this afternoon and we're so excited. The time flew by last summer while she was visiting and we're anticipating it being the same over the next few days. Seems we do a lot of talking, laughing, and of course, eating.
Time to get this show on the road. Think I'll take my morning walk through the garden then head to the shop and see what the cat drug in. (Sorry, it was there for free.)
After all, a man's work is never done.
So are the tales from Pentoga Road...
Yeah, I know. I don't even like cats, so why am I making one? This feline goes with the mouse I made last month, just a fun little thing. (As Joanne Gaines is so fond of saying.)
We'll see. Both could very well end up in the wood stove.
I picked another melon in the garden. I've found these honey dews are best when they crack open on their own, a sign of being fully ripe.
This Ukrainian variety, Collective Farm Woman, is by far, the sweetest melon I've ever eaten and seems to flourish well in our northern climes. I'll be planting it again next year.
The more conventional cantaloupes are doing well. If we can have just another two to three weeks of warm weather with a bit of rain and no frost, we should be all set.
Sargie and I made our way to Rhinelander Monday afternoon to purchase blacktop sealer.
We were so disappointed at the lack of manners displayed at the store. I know good employees are hard to find, but evidently, so are good manners and customer skills.
I was struggling, pushing and/or pulling a cart with 650 pounds of sealer to the front of the store and obviously having a difficult time. There were half a dozen or more young employees that either walked past or towards me with none offering to help.
It was the same in the parking lot as I was loading each fifty-five pound pail. Two employees walked past. Both pretended not to see me, offering no assistance.
If they're too lazy to help, I'm too proud to ask for any. I've alway claimed that I can outwork most thirty year olds. After yesterday, I stand by that claim.
While Sargie was checking out with her cart, the cashier never acknowledged her, made eye contact, or said, "Thank you, have a nice day," etc.
To make matters worse, the cashier handed Sargie her bag, (still no eye contact) and at the same time yelled across the aisle to someone else. Sargie looked up and said, "THANK YOU."
The gal focused and replied, "Oh yeah... thanks," and went on talking to someone else.
Needless to say, I sat down last night and wrote quite the letter to the corporate office. We'll see what kind of reply I receive back.
God, I can't stand bad manners. (OK, Tom, you've said enough. Calm down and go to your happy place.)
There, that's better.
As I said, Joanne's due in later this afternoon and we're so excited. The time flew by last summer while she was visiting and we're anticipating it being the same over the next few days. Seems we do a lot of talking, laughing, and of course, eating.
Time to get this show on the road. Think I'll take my morning walk through the garden then head to the shop and see what the cat drug in. (Sorry, it was there for free.)
After all, a man's work is never done.
So are the tales from Pentoga Road...
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| I carried the refrigerated groceries in the house as soon as we arrived home yesterday afternoon and assumed Sargie would be right behind me. When I returned, I found Super Woman lifting and moving over a hundred pounds of blacktop sealer at a time. I symbolically slapped her hands and took over, but I have to say, I was impressed. Now you can see why I don't mess with Mama Bass Milligan. |
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