Captain Luke was a bit busy yesterday
January 29, 2020 - Wednesday morning
19 degrees/cloudy skies/calm winds
Pentoga Road
From what I gather, the firefighters in Luke's station house didn't have time to catch their breaths on Tuesday. As Luke said, "We're kicking hineys and taking names."
... hineys might not have been the exact word he used.
It does bring the dangers of what firefighters endure close to home. Majoring in Fire Science, Luke lived at a fire station during his post high school years. As the low man on the fire pole, he cooked, cleaned, and manned the phones. In other words, he worked his way up the ladder, no pun intended.
Luke has over twenty years of service now and has worked his way up the ranks to that of Captain. He's received numerous commendations over the years for putting lives of others above his own and this past year, received the award of Fire Fighter of the Year.
Luke was always a daddy's boy and in his young days, he stuck to me like a cheap wet t shirt. As a toddler, he loved crawling out of his crib, wet diapers and all, then getting into our bed, flopping up on my belly and sleeping face down, nose to nose, seething with bad milk breath, drool dripping from his mouth onto my face, and wet diaper stuff leaking from him down my belly and legs.
Just as I am with all of my sons, I'm proud of Luke. He may be a big, rough, tough, no nonsense, bare knuckle, John Wayne-type of firefighter, but to me, he'll always be my little drooling Lukie, bad milk breath, wet diapers, and all.
Dang, I'd like to write about something that's not snow related, but when in Rome. I see that I've got a leak on the outside of the overhang on the living room roof. It's the same overhang from which I pounded, literally, tons of ice last week.
I've almost come to the conclusion that the heat from the flue of the wood stove is causing the snow to melt, but somewhere, it's finding a place to leak into the overhang rather than continue its flow to the edge of the roof.
Guess what I'll be doing today?
Tuesday saw me finishing my five mile walk then climbing onto the roof of the wood sheds.
Since the shed is much smaller than the other buildings on which I've been playing a balancing act, the snow removal wasn't too strenuous.
I feel badly for our local Restore in Iron River. Here's the new blurb from Monday night:
Thankfully, no frozen precipitation is in the immediate forecast which will give everyone a chance to catch up before the big snows of February and March arrive.
The rest of the day was spent either socializing or with my hands in one freezer or the other.
We'd picked up some fruit for Neighbor Sue while in Green Bay on Sunday. An elderly widow, Sue had a knee transplant last fall and is doing great. She's eagerly looking forward to a second knee replacement in February and is really anticipating being able to walk around her yard and flower beds this coming summer.
There's little doubt God used Sue as a pattern when he made sweethearts.
The ice maker in our refrigerator/freezer has quit working. I used Sargie's hairdryer in hopes that it might be a simple fix, but that was to no avail. Water pressure is good and the actual ice making unit seems okay. I think the small water regulator is the culprit.
For what a service call costs, I think I'll order everything new and install a new unit myself. Until it arrives, we're purchasing bags of crushed ice and dumping those in the hopper to be dispensed through the door as usual.
I visited for a bit with Jambo. He invited me up to the camp for a cup of hot chocolate and some catching up. I think if the wind stays down, we may venture out onto the lake and drill a hole or two in the ice this afternoon in search of the wary bluegill.
Sargie and I had a quiet Tuesday evening. She's on the short list now for retirement. One more day! Thursday, at 4:30 PM, she'll exit the working world and enter that of the retired.
It's about time to call Jambo and see if he wants to walk with me this morning. After, I'll be back on the roof.
After all, a man's work is never done.
So are the tales from Pentoga Road...
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