Yooper Brother Mark and Sheri at Tuesday night's dinner

November 21, 2018 - Wednesday

14 degrees/high overcast/calm winds

Pentoga Road

I'm still full from last night's supper. Sargie might as well paint me red, white, and blue, and roll me down Pentoga Road like an over inflated beach ball.

Mark texted yesterday morning asking if we wanted to meet for supper at our local golf course located a couple of miles away. Since new management took over, we've been wanting to try their cuisine. I'm glad we did.

My hour of gluttony started with a bowl of creamy potato soup that included half a side of bacon and topped off with a pound or two of melted cheese. For the main course, I relished a prime rib sandwich that had a real hunk of steer between two slices of Texas toast. I won't even talk about the sides of American fries and cole slaw. Sargie enjoyed her fried whitefish with all the fixins'.  

I'm pretty sure the calories didn't count as we were having such a good time talking and laughing.

Tuesday was a good day. With Sargie off and taking the opportunity to grab an extra hour of sleep, I strapped on my hikers and made my way to Pentoga Village and back while the shop was warming up.

The tracks of a young coyote crossed my path

Once home, I began sanding the Thanksgiving piece. To say it's been a challenge would be kind. One piece after another either fell out or cracked as I gently sanded by hand. This will be the last time I saw something this intricate from soft pine. It's been a pain from the beginning.

The pig was finally ready to carve. I looked at him from the top and half using a pattern/half my imagination, began drawing what I thought a big, fat, pig ought to look like from the top.

Sargie and I needed to go to Iron Mountain to run a few errands. While walking across the parking lot of Home Depot, we noticed this truck that had a head sticking through the canvas cover over the bed.

Actually, there were two huskies, both equally friendly and just as kind as they could be. I petted one for a bit and once we walked away, he began whining then let out out a howl. 

I'm pretty sure Sargie would have let both come home with us. They were sweethearts.

So the day went. We did a bit of shopping then returned home in time to meet Yooper Brother Mark and Sheri. It was the perfect ending to a great day.

Sargie works a short shift today, from 10 to 3. I'm going for my walk then attempt to finish the Thanksgiving piece. Time's running short.

This late afternoon and evening will find both Sargie and me in the kitchen working up the rutabagas in preparation for tomorrow's Mighty Milligan Thanksgiving Day Feast to be held at Jeanne and Boyd's. They were dug a month ago and have been sitting in the garage since. Last year, I waited too long and had to pry each from the frozen ground with a long bar. 

Oops, the clock is chiming which means it's time to awaken Sargie for the day. She particularly loves being awakened from a sound sleep as I march into our bedroom, arms outstretched in a flying manner, singing the theme from the old Mighty Mouse cartoon in my best operatic voice...

"Here I come to save the day...
 Which means that Tommy Pentoga is on the way..."
 
You know, I've come to understand that some people have no appreciation for fine music.



S'cuse me. Time waits for no one.

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

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...