January 6, 2019 - Sunday morning
27 degrees/cloudy/calm winds
Pentoga Road

Over the past sixty-plus years, I've found some of the most interesting reading material posted on restroom walls. I'm not talking about the rather mundane, 

Here I sit, 
Broken Hearted,
Came to...

... but rather educational material. It's not unusual to read the latest weekly advertisements of special interest to the man of the family while standing in front of a urinal in a large home store restroom. I wonder if the same are plastered all around the stalls in the women's lavatory?

Yesterday's restroom gem was the opening picture above. It somehow spoke to me on a deeper level and I thought it was worth sharing.

With little Lincoln's party being cancelled due to the flu bug, Sargie and I decided to have brunch at Barb's Cafe in Florence, Wisconsin. It's one of the few true Mom and Pop eateries left in this area and serves a huge meal for a reasonable cost. We both had three egg omelets and rolled out of the place feeling like Tubby Tommy and Sargie. 

The rest of the afternoon was spent running errands in Iron Mountain. We need a new area rug in the living room, but are undecided whether to get one now or wait until after wood burning season in the spring.

Hmm, carpet squares for the steps? Probably not, but it's an idea.

 Chances are, regardless of the season, we'll purchase a large rug when they come on sale.

Back home, no small amount of time was spent working on the tracking pad on this old Macbook Pro, a relic (at least for laptop computers) from the university days of 2009.

Talk about teeny screws. Some are so small that I had to magnetize a miniscule phillips screwdriver so I could point each in its hole.

Being the tech whiz that I am, I spent as much time watching a how-to video on the Chromebook as I did trying to fix the thing.



In the end, the trackpad still isn't working right. I'll continue poking around until I find the right solution. On the other hand, I may simply take it to a computer repair place and let them have at it. My hands aren't as steady as they once were. My patience? What patience?

Sargie works from noon to five today. We decided that since we'd eaten a huge brunch on Saturday, we'd delay our fish fry until this evening.

We were greeted by a flock of turkeys as we pulled in the drive Saturday afternoon.

I'm uncertain what I'll do while Sargie's working. Certainly, I'll go for my usual walk, but otherwise, I may just sit by the fire and watch the NFL playoff games. The Bears play last year's Super Bowl champions, the Eagles, at 3:30 and since the Packers are out of the playoffs, I'll be rooting for Chicago.

Enough deep thinking. It's time to fix breakfast and get Sargie rolling for the day.

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

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...

A Master in Wedgeology, Mississippi Brother Garry sent this picture of his latest masterpiece. For those not familiar with the density of wood, splitting concrete is easier than working up red oak, but it burns a long time and gives off a maximum amount of heat.