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21 degrees/cloudy/snow showers
Pentoga Road
I thought with another one to three inches of snow in the forecast, I'd begin with the above picture. I tease Penny for being a delicate flower and living in a warm climate year-round, but honestly, right now, sunshine, trees with leaves, and warmer temperatures, seem heavenly.
Oh well, we'll have all the above... in another six months.
Saturday morning began with a walk to Pentoga Village and back. Of course, it was snowing.
It was reported in this weekend's paper that December set a record for the most precipitation and was the third snowiest.
Despite the severe global warming that I keep hearing about, our temperatures averaged only .2 of a degree above normal for the month. As I recall, November's averages were below normal.
I remember reading a few years ago that by 2020, we'd be living in the Great American Desert, seeing little or no snow or rainfall each year.
Whoops.
Don't tell Al, it would ruin his reason for living (and bank balance) and no doubt, damage his delicate self esteem.
There's one advantage to the rain that fell two weeks ago. The token street in Pentoga Village is covered with two inches of pure, smooth, glare ice.
Even at my age, I was tempted to hike back home and grab my ice skates. I thought what fun my sons would have had thirty years ago if they could have found an entire village, consisting of one square block of icy covered streets, on which to skate. Living in northern Maine, they were known to take advantage of any large frozen puddle and of course, made use of the large indoor hockey rink in town.
I arrived back home and began carrying totes to and from the storage shed and helping Sargie pack Christmas goodies away for another year.
Every room was stacked high with either boxes or totes and as soon as Sargie would have one or two filled, I'd carry those out to make room for more.
On another note, the tooth, an upper molar, that I cracked several days ago had become more painful by the hour. By noon yesterday, it felt as though the crack had extended into my skull and was putting my brain in jeopardy of spilling onto the floor. Not only did the tooth hurt, but so did my head, my right eye, and somehow, my heart had migrated into the molar. I swear, it was beating in my mouth rather than my chest.
I was a hurtin' unit.
Knowing Eric the Dentist was on a two week holiday hiatus and it was the weekend, I decided to call his office and leave a message asking if he could see me ASAP. Brenda, the office manager and certified tooth fairy, happened to stop in the office and check the messages a short while later. She called back saying that I was to be in the office at 8 Monday morning, then went ahead and ordered pain medication and an antibiotic at the local pharmacy.
Now that's God's doing if ever there was one. The timing was simply too perfect for it not to be.
After getting sober years ago, I was leery of taking any pain medication and normally won't swallow anything stronger than an Ibuprofen, but I was desperate. Thankfully, the meds that were prescribed relieved much of the discomfort without any side affects.
I'll live to see Monday morning.
Sargie and I are driving to Rhinelander today for groceries and to purchase another tote or two for this year's new Christmas decorations. I would bet my next pension check that she'll find even more Christmas goodies on clearance to bring home.
Oh good, more stuff to put in more totes.
I don't care. It makes her happy and Christmas only comes once a year. Why not?
It's time to strap on the hikers and make my way to Pentoga Village and back. Later on, we'll go to Rhinelander.
Life is good.
Time to get walking.
After all, a man's work is never done.
So are the tales from Pentoga Road...
It was reported in this weekend's paper that December set a record for the most precipitation and was the third snowiest.
Despite the severe global warming that I keep hearing about, our temperatures averaged only .2 of a degree above normal for the month. As I recall, November's averages were below normal.
I remember reading a few years ago that by 2020, we'd be living in the Great American Desert, seeing little or no snow or rainfall each year.
Whoops.
Don't tell Al, it would ruin his reason for living (and bank balance) and no doubt, damage his delicate self esteem.
There's one advantage to the rain that fell two weeks ago. The token street in Pentoga Village is covered with two inches of pure, smooth, glare ice.
Even at my age, I was tempted to hike back home and grab my ice skates. I thought what fun my sons would have had thirty years ago if they could have found an entire village, consisting of one square block of icy covered streets, on which to skate. Living in northern Maine, they were known to take advantage of any large frozen puddle and of course, made use of the large indoor hockey rink in town.
I arrived back home and began carrying totes to and from the storage shed and helping Sargie pack Christmas goodies away for another year.
Every room was stacked high with either boxes or totes and as soon as Sargie would have one or two filled, I'd carry those out to make room for more.
On another note, the tooth, an upper molar, that I cracked several days ago had become more painful by the hour. By noon yesterday, it felt as though the crack had extended into my skull and was putting my brain in jeopardy of spilling onto the floor. Not only did the tooth hurt, but so did my head, my right eye, and somehow, my heart had migrated into the molar. I swear, it was beating in my mouth rather than my chest.
I was a hurtin' unit.
Knowing Eric the Dentist was on a two week holiday hiatus and it was the weekend, I decided to call his office and leave a message asking if he could see me ASAP. Brenda, the office manager and certified tooth fairy, happened to stop in the office and check the messages a short while later. She called back saying that I was to be in the office at 8 Monday morning, then went ahead and ordered pain medication and an antibiotic at the local pharmacy.
Now that's God's doing if ever there was one. The timing was simply too perfect for it not to be.
After getting sober years ago, I was leery of taking any pain medication and normally won't swallow anything stronger than an Ibuprofen, but I was desperate. Thankfully, the meds that were prescribed relieved much of the discomfort without any side affects.
I'll live to see Monday morning.
Sargie and I are driving to Rhinelander today for groceries and to purchase another tote or two for this year's new Christmas decorations. I would bet my next pension check that she'll find even more Christmas goodies on clearance to bring home.
Oh good, more stuff to put in more totes.
I don't care. It makes her happy and Christmas only comes once a year. Why not?
It's time to strap on the hikers and make my way to Pentoga Village and back. Later on, we'll go to Rhinelander.
Life is good.
Time to get walking.
After all, a man's work is never done.
So are the tales from Pentoga Road...
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