The best in New England!
Coleman wrestled his way to the top this past weekend.

March 31, 2019 - Sunday morning

14 degrees/clear skies/breezy

Pentoga Road

Again, a big congratulations goes out to my grandson, Coleman, for winning New England's Best, in his wrestling weight class. Coleman gets a lot of credit for all his hard work and practice, but that doesn't happen without a very dedicated set of parents. Luke and Melinda have put tens of thousands of miles on their vehicles and spent about that many hours carting both Abigail and Coleman to softball and/or track or wrestling or football practice. 

I'm not only proud of both the grandbabies, but equally as proud of their parents. 

Congratulations to all.

Coleman's big win was the highpoint of Saturday. Hundreds of miles to the west, on Pentoga Road, the sun finally peaked out, but the winds continued to howl with the thermometer dropping steadily throughout the morning hours.

I gave up any hope of playing outside and opted for a more common sense approach to life. After writing, I went back upstairs and crawled into bed beside Sargie.

My eyes popped open and I was completely confused. Seems I'd slept hard for over two hours. Sargie had been up for some time, taken her shower, and was ready for the day. 

Talk about a deep sleep. I wasn't even sure what day it was. As Mom says, "Guess I needed it." 

Whatever, it sure felt good.

We drove over to Iron Mountain in the afternoon, grabbed a pizza, filled the car with gas, and mosey'd our way back home. Sargie immediately pulled on her gloves and applied the first coat of poly to the new trim.

Not quite as ambitious, I carried in the night's supply of firewood then supervised Sargie from afar.

We later combined our kitchen skills and made a lemon poke cake. It's a lemon cake mix in which holes are poked with the handle of a wooden spoon. Over the entire thing is poured a can of sweetened condensed milk, then vanilla pudding is spread and poured into the previously poked holes. On top of that, a can of cherry pie filling is mixed with Cool Whip and spread over everything.

Good? Words can't describe it.

I've been successful in shedding a couple of my winter pounds this past week, but after last night's gluttony of pizza and cake, I'm sure I'm back to the Tommy Tubby stage.

Sargie and I are both working tomorrow. I'll be the elementary librarian for three days this coming week. Sargie reports back to the Vision Center bright and early in the morning.

I've turned on the heat in the shop and will head in that direction pretty soon. Other than applying a second coat of poly on the trim, I have no idea what Sargie has planned for the day. No doubt, we'll take our drive later and after, well, all I can say is, the world's the limit.

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

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...

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