It's the Bobkitty pre K through 2nd Grade Chorus
The group is practicing for its Halloween debut at the Florence Senior Care Facility

October 30, 2019 - Wednesday morning

15 degrees/clear skies/calm winds

Pentoga Road

It's downright chilly this morning. In fact, one can say it's COLD. Thankfully, it appears all the insulating work Sargie and I did last spring is paying off in spades as the house has been cozy warm this fall with no trace of a breeze blowing through. 

I'm almost afraid to ask, but could it be that after seven years of fixing, remodeling, new windows, and copious amounts of insulation, we may have finally buttoned this hundred year old house up? 

Stay tuned, there's a lot of winter yet to come.

Sargie and I, both, are off today. I thought maybe we'd have a Friday night last night, one where we stayed up late watching tv, gabbing, laughing, and not going to bed until late.

Yeah, that didn't happen. I fell asleep around 7 PM, woke up a bit past nine, and stumbled up the steps where I slept soundly the night through. I'm not sure what time my bride joined me.

It's a wild life we lead here on Pentoga Road.

There's something about herding a class of six year olds, regardless how good they are, that can plumb tucker a grandpa out. 

I had a first yesterday and it happened in the lower-end (littlest ones) boys bathroom.

Hmm how to put this delicately...

I was doing what fully grown men do when they stand at a knee high urinal built for mini munchkins.

Suddenly, I heard a bunch of four year olds coming down the hall and into the bathroom. It became quiet and I assumed they were going to do the same as me.

It was too quiet.

I looked around and found myself surrounded by five curious little boys, mostly squatting, necks craned, one trying to peer between my legs, watching the action.

One little guy, no doubt the spokesman for the group asked, "What are you doing Mr. P?"

I went with the flow, or my bladder in this case, and replied, "Grandpa's have to go to the bathroom too."

The boys looked at each other then began giggling before erupting into hysterical laughter. 

I'm so glad I could provide such great bathroom entertainment. 

That one will go down in the memory book of life.

Yesterday's work was a dream job. Once again, the first grade class was near perfect. I rewarded them at the end of the day by taking my banjo from it's case and along with the other first grade class and those from second, we sang our hearts out. 

I'll return to Florence on Thursday as the librarian... oh, and as the accompanist for the ghouls and goblins as they sing at the nearby care facility. 

Dan the Dean asked if I'd fill in for him on November 11th for one day.  I hope I haven't forgotten how.

Being Kindergarten Cop is a responsibility I don't take lightly. 

Sargie and I took a short ride to town last night. Winter must really be coming as the docks are being pulled from the area lakes.

I was ice fishing by the second week of November in 2013. I hope it doesn't happen that soon this year. Winter is long enough in the North Country without extending it further than necessary.

I'm going to try to finish the outdoor wood furnace shed today. A couple of hours worth of work should see it ready to heat the shop for the winter months.

The ashes in the burn barrel need to be buried before the ground is frozen solid. After that, I'll cover the back hoe and tuck it away for the winter months.

No doubt, Sargie and I will take a ride around the area this afternoon. It's a comfortable routine we've settled into on our days off together.

Time to get busy. That shed ain't gonna finish itself.

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

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...