I almost was caught in this upcoming squall that dropped .4 of an inch of rain in about three minutes.

September 27, 2018 - Thursday

43 degrees/cloudy/calm winds

Pentoga Road

I was walking Wednesday afternoon and had begun climbing the large hill out of Pentoga Village when the wind began to howl and black clouds appeared on the horizon. Minutes earlier, the sun had been shining.

What the heck?

I quickened my pace and had just completed my three-mile jaunt when the skies opened and the rain fell. A person just gets lucky somedays. Yesterday was mine.

I'm sitting here in these early predawn hours thinking about the upcoming day. For the first time in several years, I'm going step back into the classroom today. Well, actually, it's a gym. I'm subbing for the elementary PE teacher at Florence Elementary School. 

Sargie asked if I was nervous. Absolutely not.

Hmm, there's a bit of an age difference to go from lecturing university graduate students to managing a herd of wriggling, wiggling, overly enthusiastic, elementary babies.

After forty-plus years of teaching students of all ages, I have no qualms about handling a class of munchkins on their quests to become more physically fit. 

It's me I worry about. Is there a chance that I'm too old and too crusty? 

Oh well, I only teach for three hours this afternoon, a good break-in period. Today will tell.

Florence Elementary

I stopped by Florence High School on my way back from Iron Mountain Wednesday morning and with the help of my BFF, Amanda, an absolute sweetheart, who works in the business office, I learned how to register for the substitute web page. I can now pick and choose the upcoming assignments as they are posted.

For example, later in October, I've committed to spending a day as the elementary librarian/computer person. Another will be spent more in my line of interest, filling in for the high school English teacher. The music teacher will be gone two days in October, but I've already made other plans. Darn it. The one assignment I most want and I have to turn it down. Oh well, I'm sure the music teacher will be gone sometime later in the year.

My walk to Pentoga Village was a hurried affair, not because of the impending rain, but rather, due to the fact I was cold. The wind was blowing and I dressed for warmer weather. I could have made the journey even faster, but as usual, I stopped to pluck the occasional apple from one tree or the other. A varied diet? No problem, I also ate a plum or two along the way.

Look at the size of this apple
Tart, crisp, and juicy. A perfect fruit.

The rest of the day was spent high and dry in the shop where I finished cutting out a Halloween piece. It's nothing special and as soon as I complete and mount the backing, I'll snap a picture to upload.

Sargie had to close and wouldn't be home until late. What to have for supper... hmmm. There was one steak in the freezer. 

Uh huh, that with a baked tater and sliced tomatoes made a great meal.

Sargie's off today and heading to Macrea and Grady's for some quality mama/grandma time. She'll drop me off at the school at 11:30 and pick me up at 3:30. It all should work out well.

It's time to put on some hiking clothes and head out the door before running through the shower and getting ready to teach.

I probably should stay home and save my energy for the munchkins, but it's for only half a day. I can do this.

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

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...

Mississippi Brother Garry says if I'd quit eating all the apples while on my walk, I might actually lose some weight. 
I say, who cares? Ripe apples only fall from the tree once a year, plus, I've never heard of anyone dying from obesity due to eating too many apples.