November 25, 2019 - Monday morning

33 degrees/cloudy/calm winds

Pentoga Road

Talk about lousy timing. A big winter storm is forecast to hit the day before Thanksgiving. I feel sorry for those who will be out on the road fighting to get to family and loved ones.

I thought about going south and seeing Mom for a few days, but there's no way I'm going to leave Sargie to dig out from inches and inches, possibly feet, of wet, heavy, snow. 

I came downstairs early this morning, way too early, around 2 AM. 

It's the same old thing. 

I awakened to heed nature's call. After returning to bed, my mind took over and I began thinking, then worrying, about one thing or the other. It seizes on one subject then blows it all out of proportion to the point of stupidity. When that happens, there's only one solution, get out of bed and come downstairs. 

I'll go back upstairs when I'm finished writing and hopefully, get another hour or two of sleep before the real day begins.

Sunday morning and part of the afternoon was spent in the shop fashioning a moose to be given away as a Christmas gift.

Bullwinkle came out okay. I used laminated pine and wish I'd have had a piece of hardwood from which to fashion it, but this'll do.



Sargie and I enjoyed a nice drive Sunday afternoon around one of the area lakes. We took the old Blazer, more to get fresh gas flowing through the engine than anything else. It was gorgeous and we noticed that the middle of some of the lakes had broken open due to the previous rain and warmer, windy, days.

Sargie gave me a haircut last evening. Fresh from the shower, I joined her in the kitchen to make a salad that contained everything but (and maybe including) the kitchen sink. 

Mmm, a sliced pork chop, bacon, grapes, cabbage, celery, sunflower seeds, boiled eggs, and the list goes on and on.

Some people use their leftovers in stews or casseroles. We make salads or the occasional omelet from our's. Why not?

I cussed my way through half of the Green Bay/San Francisco game before growing disgusted and changing channels. Once again, the boys forgot how to play. 

It's time to head back to bed, snuggle with Sargie, and attempt to get some more sleep. Failing that, I'll start a fire in the outside wood furnace and get started on the next project in the shop. 

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

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...