Alyssa and Mom, Melinda
Poor Chief, Sargie, and I, all suffering in the minus 20 degree temperatures while Chief's owners are in the Dominican Republic soaking up the sun.

March 4, 2019 - Monday evening
6 degrees/clear skies/windy
Pentoga Road

I thought I'd better write tonight before time gets away. Originally, I hadn't planned to sub this week, that is, until the phone rang this morning asking if I might come in for a fourth grade teacher. Then while I was at the elementary school, I was asked if I could cover for a sixth grade teacher tomorrow. Wednesday, I'll be the high school/elementary PE teacher, and from then on, who knows?

Seems the flu bug has hit Florence, Wisconsin, and the demand for substitute teachers is high. With the temperatures so cold, I might as well make hay while the sun shines. For certain, I wouldn't be doing anything outdoors this coming week.

Chief's owner, Melinda, sure knows how to rub it in. She sent the pictures earlier today. Honestly, I'm glad the kids are having good weather and enjoying themselves. Someday, Sargie and I will make it out of the deep freeze and get to enjoy some tropical sunshine ourselves... I hope.

 

Heck with the tropics, we'd be happy to simply make it down to southern Mississippi to see Miss Jody and Mississippi Brother Garry.

Meanwhile, back in the real world, Chief seemed to do well today confined to his kennel and was sound asleep when I walked in this afternoon. The pup made a bee-line for the door as soon as he was released and quickly found his favorite tree in the woods.

I had a good day with the Bob Kitties. The kidlings were good as gold and I enjoyed all the classes.



I should work on the bulldog project this evening. The carving was brought in Sunday afternoon to be painted, but Chief bumped my leg and scattered all seventy pieces. Over an hour was spent gathering and putting most of it back together and there's still some to go.



Sargie closes the Vision Center tonight and opens in the morning. I'll be leaving shortly after 7 AM, so we'll see each other coming and going. One thing I know for certain, we'll both sleep well tonight.

It's time to fix some supper, pack tomorrow's lunches for Sargie and me, and settle in for the evening. The old professor is tired.

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

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...