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Pentoga Road
It's a cold and frosty morning on Pentoga Road. I'm waiting for the sun to peak over the trees to warm things up just a bit before venturing outdoors. Seems in my old age, I've grown delicate.
Someone who's not yet delicate is Yooper Brother Mark. Just as I was typing the above paragraph, he sent this photo taken from his deer blind deep in the UP woods.
Looking at that big ol' buck, I am wondering if he's sticking his tongue out at Mark saying, "Bring 'er on." Going to be an interesting next few weeks to see who wins that battle.
I ended the week and my tenure as Florence High/Elementary School's physical education teacher. As usual, the Bob Cats and Bob Kitties were good as gold and I enjoyed my time with them. Still, after three days of nonstop action, I'm ready for a break.
I'll be the elementary school librarian on Monday and Tuesday, THEN I'm taking a week or ten days off.
While I'm on the subject, yesterday, for the first time, I felt as though I was getting my teaching legs back. I've enjoyed all the substitute teaching of the past few weeks, but have been absolutely exhausted after. Last night, I still had some energy left and wasn't a complete couch potato, although I did snooze off while watching tv.
Sargie and I enjoyed a great meal of coconut shrimp last night. Mmm. The shrimp where huge and absolutely delicious.
I'm heading out the door pretty quickly and hope to finish tucking the garden away for the winter before the weather turns bad. We're under a winter weather watch for up to several inches of snow, although the worst is to stay to the north in the high country.
Tonight... gulp, brings, Bras for a Cause. I absolutely refused to go until I found out brother-in-law, Ross, was going to see his granddaughters model. Even Hambone modeled last year, so we do what we must.
Geesh, I remember not that many years ago when I had a rough, tough, Alaska Mountain Man reputation, even among hardcore Alaskans. Now, I'm attending a benefit where decorative bras can be attained for the highest bid. Sargie's entry garnered the most money last year.
So, I may not be THE Alaska Mountain Man any longer, but I prefer to think of myself as a more modern, sensitive, mountain-type-of-guy; a gentler soul who will attend a cancer fundraiser with the woman he loves. Why? Well, any married man knows that...
Sometimes a guy has to take one for the team.
After all, a man's work is never done.
So are the tales from Pentoga Road...
Good Old Florence High School |
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