Aria and Auntie Sargie at Friday evening's 50th wedding anniversary celebration

February 14, 2020 - Friday evening

5 degrees/clear skies/calm winds

Pentoga Road

I thought I'd write tonight. Why? I don't know. There's nothing on television that interests me and I'm tired of reading. Writing sounds like the best option.

A random little girl, chewing on her tongue, with her finger stuck in her belly button at tonight's celebration.

We just arrived home a bit ago from Allen and Debbie's 50th anniversary gathering.

I'm pretty certain that most of the Upper Peninsula was in attendance and just as sure that half of those people were related to Sargie in some way or the other.

And eat? Lord, just like a good old fashioned church potluck, there was enough food to feed the starving third world countries. If anyone went home hungry, it was their own fault.

My day was pretty much a non event. It was cold and windy with the high topping out around 8 degrees. I worked with Sadie off and on teaching her how to sit, then lay. The pup is a quick learner and easy to teach.



I also dug around in the storage container and found Brutus's old brush. Unlike the old bulldog, Sadie absolutely loved to be groomed, brushed, and babied. Guess that's the difference between boys and girls. 

I think we're all heading to bed pretty soon. On the agenda for Saturday? Tomorrow's a seven mile day. After doing three this afternoon, I'm looking forward to the longer mileage.

Otherwise? 

Well, we'll just have to wait and see what Saturday brings. It's called living in the fast lane.

Speaking of fast lane, Eileen sent this picture of Stef and Rob, both who teach in Beirut, Lebanon, and are on holiday in Egypt. Like her brother, Andrew, I taught Stefanie from the time she was in sixth grade through high school and I'm pretty certain I never taught her anything about how to ride a camel.

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

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