It's a crystal wonderland made from ice on Pentoga Road

February 5, 2019 - Tuesday

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Pentoga Road

Thankfully, we didn't lose our electricity during the ice storm on Monday, but our internet went away. Of the two, we'll gladly take electricity.

I talked to Jambo a bit ago on the phone and the Marquette area's been without power since Monday morning. The poor guy is busy dumping wood into his basement stove and keeping their fireplace burning brightly. I really feel bad for those who have no supplemental heat. With zero degree temperatures, it doesn't take long for the pipes to freeze and burst.

Don't think that rail would do Mom much good by hanging onto it.

I want to wish my grandson, Bennett, a happy third birthday. It was Monday, but since there was no internet, a day-late greeting will have to suffice. Sargie and I visited with Bennett, Emerson, and Westley, along with Matt and Jess last night via Facetime. 

There's not a lot to talk about other than the incessant rain that fell yesterday.

Biting the bullet, I crawled up on a very slippery extension ladder mid morning and chipped the ice from the dish that delivers the internet to our home. Within minutes, Sargie was bebopping to her music and I was reading the news.

I was sliding around outside trying to take a few pictures when I heard a large tree come crashing down in the woods. I'll start the Tundra sometime today and survey the damage. 

I have a feeling more than one tree fell during the storm.

Such an inclement day provided the excuse to try the new slicing/dicing machine that Sargie gave me for Christmas.



As you well may know, Sargie and I like our fried taters. 



Quit clicking your tongues, you kale smoothie drinkers. I don't tell you what to eat.

So the day went. We didn't go anywhere and the few times I stepped out of the house, I almost fell on my backside. 

 I'm tempted to don my ice skates after the mail comes today. There's a beautiful skating rink extending from the garage to the road.

In fact, we could probably skate the ten miles from our front door to town. 

Sargie's off today. I sneaked out earlier to warm the shop, so I'm heading in that direction as soon as I hit the publish button.

We have to go to town this afternoon and pick up a couple of things at the auto parts store for Mechanic Dave. Otherwise, it'll be a down low, laid back, day.

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

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...

Our youngest grandson, Luigi, aka Westley