After the rain had finished falling on Wednesday, we'd recorded 5.4 inches.

September 6, 2018 - Thursdy

41 degrees/clear skies/calm winds

Pentoga Road

I'm not following this weather thing. Mississippi Brother Garry and Miss Jody were squarely in the path of that hurricane that was to dump inches and inches of rain in their area. Garry wrote yesterday that they received a mere .95 of precipitation.

Well out of the hurricane's reach, we registered over five times that amount.

The water table rose, but thankfully, remained low enough that Lake Pentoga didn't form. Another inch or two and we'd have once again been kayaking to the back of the property.

I walked outside yesterday morning to see the damage. All I found was this souvenir left behind by a visiting bear.

 

I found myself sitting in an exam room at the podiatrist's office early Wednesday morning.

Seems I tore the fascia that extends from the bottom of my left foot to the front. The doctor said it should heal on it's own without any longterm damage as long as I remain inactive for the next two weeks. The good doctor also said that she knew I would NEVER keep off the foot so she saddled me with this as an insurance policy.

I asked why I needed a cast. She replied that it would prohibit me from excess walking and activity. 

She was right. I now gimp along like Chester trying to follow Matt Dillion around in the old Gun Smoke series and am saddled with the darn thing until my next appointment in two weeks. 

Appears as though there's gonna be a lot of shop time, reading, and watching television between now and then.

The best part of the day was when my friend, Scott, pulled into the drive mid afternoon atop his super charged, super hero, Harley motorcycle.

Scottie and I met in Alaska years ago and have remained in touch ever since. He's one of the truly good guys.

Scott's on the tail end of an extended cross country tour. We spent hours catching up on life yesterday afternoon and when Sargie arrived home from work, the three of us sat at the dining room table enjoying dinner and talking even more.

Unfortunately, Scott is going to move along to the Chicagoland area today and visit friends and family there before heading back home to the Atlanta area. Sargie and I, both, wish he could stay longer.

GPS, satellite radio, and all the electronic gismos any motorcycle pilot could want. I wouldn't be surprised if Scottie added radar in the future.

Sargie's off today and since my activities are limited, I doubt we'll get too wild. I'm fairly certain we'll go for our usual ride, but otherwise, I'll let her make the agenda.

Isabella was ready for her first day of preschool on Wednesday

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

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...