October 9, 2019 - Wednesday morning

43 degrees/starry skies/calm winds

Pentoga Road

It's probably the nicest start, weather wise, to any day we've had in weeks. The stars are so bright, it looks like a person could reach out and snatch one right out of the sky.

Beautiful.

Speaking of beautiful, since I didn't have to be at school particularly early yesterday morning, I stopped at a couple of area lakes and snapped a few pictures along the way.

I wish I'd have had my Nikon D50 professional camera rather than my small Fuji, but it worked. 

Coming down the hill in Alpha
Fog settling over a swamp

I had a good day subbing in the second grade classroom. We did all the usual subjects then as a reward for good behavior, I pulled my banjo from its case and we sang for half an hour at the end of the day.

Fun. Just pure, clean, old-fashioned, fun.

Sargie worked on Tuesday and said she had a good day. 

We both arrived home around the same time, changed clothes, and went to town for her Coke and to pick up the trailer filled with wood. While there, Yooper Brother Mark mentioned that he had a pile of 4x8 sheets of insulation to be thrown away. Did I want any?

The sheets are those being replaced by the construction company doing the repairs from last year's fire at the plant. These are in good shape and don't smell like smoke.

Heck yes, I wanted them. I've got a garden house to be insulated at some point in the future.

Hmm, how to get them home? Mark suggested we just throw them on top of the wood in the trailer and ratchet the pile down.

It worked! That's why the boy's a vice president and I'm a retired school teacher. He still actively thinks deep thoughts. My deep thinker retired as of yesterday.

"Come listen to my story 'bout a man named Jed,
A poor mountaineer barely kept his family fed..."

We made it home with the insulation boards intact. It was yet another amazing feet of engineering by Yooper Brother Mark.

Oh, by the way, Sargie kept saying we looked like a bunch of hillbillies going through town with the boards strapped to the top of the wood. I like to think that those who paused and pointed were thinking how creative and innovative we were and no doubt, all were quite envious.

Matt sent a picture of Westley. His uncles all agree that he could play in a sequel of the movie, Tommy Boy. 

I agree. 

Chris Farley reincarnated? Perhaps.

I'm hoping to get the trailer of wood halfway unloaded this morning. We need it to haul gravel to put around the pond later this week. I originally thought I might trim out the windows of the garden house today, but Sargie informed me that, with snow in the forecast, we'll be putting the patio furniture in the storage container and carrying the delicate outdoor plants downstairs for the winter months.

So goes my plans. You give the girl a riding mower and she takes over Pentoga Road. 

My life story.

Okay, it's getting light out and I think I'll wander up to Jambo's and raid his coffee pot. The boy came down last night making sure I'd be up early this morning for a gab session. 

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

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...