A last minute call from Neal the Principal found me at Florence Elementary, Home of the Bob Kitties, Tuesday morning.

February 26, 2019 - Tuesday evening

7 degrees/clear skies/calm winds

Pentoga Road

Happy birthday to my youngest son, Andy. My baby boy and his daughter, Ivy, live in northern Maine and seem to be enjoying the same amounts of snow that we are experiencing.

Happy birthday son. We love you.

Today's plans changed dramatically when the phone rang early. My friend, Neal, asked if I might fill in during the morning hours for the librarian/computer person. 

Sure. Why not?

Things went well at the home of the Bob Kitties and I was back on Pentoga Road by early afternoon.

The rest of today has been spent studying garden sheds, something that is hopefully, unique, yet not impossible to build. I see one thing, then another, and have changed my mind a few hundred times.

The other big project planned for this summer is to significantly increase the size of the garden pond then build a wooden bridge from the garden to the orchard on the other side. As mentioned sometime ago, due to all the landscaping, digging, and construction, I'm not certain there'll be a lot of gardening going on this summer. Several of the raised beds will be ripped up and moved.

I watched a large private plow truck become deeply mired and stuck in Jambo's lane this afternoon. The driver attempted to push a five foot high berm and buried himself. There was nothing I had that was powerful enough to help, but he was able to call someone and be pulled out.

Sargie just called. She's on her way home from Iron Mountain. It's time for me to take a shower and get everything ready for a day of subbing tomorrow at the high school.

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

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...

The plow driver even spread sand hoping it would help to free the truck.