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| It's Yooper Brother Mark all dressed up in a tux. There was a special Knights of Columbus function at mass yesterday that called for formal dress. I told Mark that if there'd been a prom handy, I'd have asked him to go. |
5 degrees/clear skies/calm winds
Pentoga Road
Once again, peace and tranquility reign supreme on Pentoga Road. We had the Hambone exchange Sunday morning and bade our little buddy goodbye until the next time.
We had a near catastrophe that ended on a happy note Sunday morning. After Grady painted his snowflakes, presents for his mommy and daddy, Saturday afternoon, I placed them on a piece of wax paper and set everything outside to dry. Pawpaw didn't think about the wind blowing and when we returned for the snowflakes, they were gone.
No amount of looking produced those pesky flakes and little Hambone was heartbroken. So was Pawpaw.
With that in mind, I arose shortly after daylight Sunday morning and began walking the yard. Sure enough, I found the snowflakes, still stuck to the wax paper, lying upside down, no worse for the wear.
We finished threading twine through the holes Hambone had drilled and with Grandma Sargie's help, wrote the date and (at Grady's insistence) how much the little delicate guy weighed on each.
Lest you fear I'll leave you in suspense, delicate, little, fragile, Bone, tips the scale at 49.7 pounds with all the grace and dexterity of a concrete block that weighs the same.
With Grandma's help, the snowflakes were placed into separate gift bags.
All went well with the Hambone exchange. The kids were on their way to Marquette, so we met them in Sagola, a small community about half an hour away.
With gifts presented, goodbyes said, hugs and kisses given, we continued onto Iron Mountain. Walmart was having a clearance on a few garden/yard supplies. We made our way after to Tractor Supply where I purchased five gallons of hydraulic fluid and filters for both the tractor and backhoe. It will soon be time to press both into service.
I went for a walk in the afternoon to Pentoga Village and back. It's amazing how quickly the snow is disappearing, although most will tell you it isn't going away fast enough.
The silver lining in all this is that, so far, there's been little to no flooding. Lake Pentoga remains underground and the rivers and lakes look fairly normal.
I was on the return trek from Pentoga Village when I saw a gorgeous blonde chick walking towards me. OMG! Every Yooper man's dream come true! Who wants to be marooned on a desert island with a beautiful woman when the same can happen on Pentoga Road?
Why, it was Sargie, come to meet me partway and keep me company on the walk home.
No wonder I smile so much!
So the day went, just like we like them, nice, quiet, and lazy.
Sargie closes the Vision Center tonight. I'll, no doubt, go for my walk, then either work on the tractor, clean the garage, tidy up the shop, go ice fishing, or take a nap.
The walk and the nap are certainties. The others? Well, you'll just have to come back tomorrow to see which spine tingling activities occurred here in Maple Valley.
Meanwhile, it's time to go upstairs and awaken my north woods nymph, the gorgeous chick of my dreams, and tell her the Vision Center waits for no one.
After all, a man's work is never done.
So are the tales from Pentoga Road...
Lest you fear I'll leave you in suspense, delicate, little, fragile, Bone, tips the scale at 49.7 pounds with all the grace and dexterity of a concrete block that weighs the same.
With Grandma's help, the snowflakes were placed into separate gift bags.
All went well with the Hambone exchange. The kids were on their way to Marquette, so we met them in Sagola, a small community about half an hour away.
With gifts presented, goodbyes said, hugs and kisses given, we continued onto Iron Mountain. Walmart was having a clearance on a few garden/yard supplies. We made our way after to Tractor Supply where I purchased five gallons of hydraulic fluid and filters for both the tractor and backhoe. It will soon be time to press both into service.
I went for a walk in the afternoon to Pentoga Village and back. It's amazing how quickly the snow is disappearing, although most will tell you it isn't going away fast enough.
The silver lining in all this is that, so far, there's been little to no flooding. Lake Pentoga remains underground and the rivers and lakes look fairly normal.
I was on the return trek from Pentoga Village when I saw a gorgeous blonde chick walking towards me. OMG! Every Yooper man's dream come true! Who wants to be marooned on a desert island with a beautiful woman when the same can happen on Pentoga Road?
Why, it was Sargie, come to meet me partway and keep me company on the walk home.
No wonder I smile so much!
So the day went, just like we like them, nice, quiet, and lazy.
Sargie closes the Vision Center tonight. I'll, no doubt, go for my walk, then either work on the tractor, clean the garage, tidy up the shop, go ice fishing, or take a nap.
The walk and the nap are certainties. The others? Well, you'll just have to come back tomorrow to see which spine tingling activities occurred here in Maple Valley.
Meanwhile, it's time to go upstairs and awaken my north woods nymph, the gorgeous chick of my dreams, and tell her the Vision Center waits for no one.
After all, a man's work is never done.
So are the tales from Pentoga Road...
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| The aspens are sporting a brilliant contrast in bark these days, very dark black or bright white. I occasionally have to look twice as it's easy to mistake them with a white birch. |
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