July 20, 2020 - Monday morning

53 degrees/clear skies/breezy

Pentoga Road

Sunday was typical, a somewhat lazy day intermixed with several little piddly jobs.

First came my walk amid the many varieties of wild flowers growing alongside Pentoga Road.

These little yellow flowers are the latest additions to Pentoga Road's display of flora. 

When looking on the internet to identify a certain type of flower, I seem to find every type but what I'm looking for. I've about given up and have made up my mind to simply enjoy them. I'm fairly certain that's why God put them there.

The puzzles on which I've been working are finished and ready to be mailed. Three are heading to New Hampshire, the fourth to northern Maine.

Sargie and I took a nice, long, Sunday afternoon drive to several area lakes. It appeared as though we weren't the only ones getting out and enjoying the near perfect day.

Back on Pentoga Road, I painted the grids for the south facing windows in the garden house. They are easily removed so I was able to sit in the shade and slather white paint onto each set as music played in the background. 

The music du jour was by AC/DC. 

I'll paint the front grids next before making the final two for the back windows.

With all the recent rains, one leg of the homemade flower planter had sunk several inches into the ground. Using a hydraulic jack, it was brought back to level and supported underneath. 

A tire on the backhoe had lost air before I used it the last time. Not noticing it was flat, moving it caused the tire to separate from the rim. 

All that could be done was to remove it from the backhoe, tighten a ratchet strap around the perimeter, pound the poopies out of it, and hope the tire resealed when adding air.

It did and I'm back in business.

It was too windy to go fishing, but too nice to go inside for the evening. Sargie and I decided to take a four wheeler ride. 

We found the Brule River filled to overflowing. The water was rushing, almost frantic, and seemed as if it were in a hurry to arrive at its final destination, Lake Michigan, almost a hundred miles to the east.

This turtle didn't seem too thrilled to see us. 



Ambling along the dirt road, he paused long enough to have his picture taken before resuming his journey.

The sun has risen so I think I'll head out the door for my morning walk. I'm beginning to meet more and more people each day as I meander up and down the road. Most either own or are visiting camps in the area. 

I met a walking couple Sunday morning who are hosting a group of teachers from Milwaukee this week. After introductions and small talk, he said, "You're the blogger."

Yup.

I'd like to be a fly on the wall as the educators cuss and discuss what the face of education will look like this fall. Everything from distance learning to every other day classes are on the table. I know as an educator, I couldn't wear a mask all day. 

Ah, but I need not worry. That's for someone else to figure out. I served my time in the classroom. 

It's called being retired.

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

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...