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| Such a big yawn after her bath |
65 degrees/clear skies/calm winds
Pentoga Road
Born much too early, grandbaby Makenna, is making great strides in the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit in Green Bay and will hopefully be coming home to join Shea and Nicki along with her older brother and sister.
Tuesday came and went in a flash on Pentoga Road. Arriving home from my walk, I mixed and sprayed three tanks of herbicide around the yard and garden. As it is now, I spend almost two hours trimming with the push mower. Without the help of herbicide, that time would double.
Hot and sweaty, I turned my attentions to the garden house. If we could just get two cool days in a row, it would go so much quicker. As it is now, I work for an hour, quit and cool off, then return and work a while longer.
Oh well, there's no rule saying it has to be finished at any certain time and I do enjoy the trim work.
Yesterday's big decision was whether to leave the trim around the top of the door square or round it to match the door.
Sargie and I went back and forth on our thinking and after consulting several others and talking with Sargie's sister, Nancy, we've decided to leave it square to emphasize the round door. The windows will be kept as they are.
It was hot and my pleasant personality was turning sour along with the sweat that insisted on pooling in my eyes. It was time to take a ride.
Sargie and I went "paddin'" yesterday.
What's that, you ask?
We found a place that is choked with lily pads, so much so that some had wrapped around the foot of a fisherman's motor and were in a tangle near shore.
I've been wanting to add some lily pads to the pond, planting them in the gravel filters to help improve the water quality.
Burying the roots in deeper water proved to be more of a challenge than anticipated. First, I had to plot out their permanent location.
One big problem, I wanted to plant one or two in deeper water.
You may not know this, but fat floats and fat is something I'm in no short supply of. An ample layer helps keep this finely toned body of mine warm during the cold winter months of the UP.
Despite my best efforts, when it came to deep water gardening Tuesday afternoon, I found I was a human life preserver.
What do to?
Mama didn't have no dummy. With a large rock in one hand and a plant in the other, I was yanked far into the dark depths of pond, down where the giant squid and other creatures of the deep reside.
I held my breath while holding onto the rock with one hand and planting with the other.
Something you may not be aware of...
In my Walter Mitty mind, I'm pretty certain I could have once been a member of the USA Olympic water ballet team.
As long as I was upside down, I seized the opportunity to entertain Sargie and the millions of viewers who were watching on non existent national television. Of course, Curt Gowdy was the commentator.
The weeds in our local lake are already at their August levels and the water is warm to the touch. Other than a couple of crappies and bass, fishing could only be described as lousy.
I'm going for my walk pretty quickly then work in the garden. It's to be 90 and very humid today which means the afternoon will be spent either in the shop or sitting in front of a fan.
Time to get a move on.
After all, a man's work is never done.
So are the tales from Pentoga Road...
Sargie and I went back and forth on our thinking and after consulting several others and talking with Sargie's sister, Nancy, we've decided to leave it square to emphasize the round door. The windows will be kept as they are.
It was hot and my pleasant personality was turning sour along with the sweat that insisted on pooling in my eyes. It was time to take a ride.
Sargie and I went "paddin'" yesterday.
What's that, you ask?
We found a place that is choked with lily pads, so much so that some had wrapped around the foot of a fisherman's motor and were in a tangle near shore.
I've been wanting to add some lily pads to the pond, planting them in the gravel filters to help improve the water quality.
Burying the roots in deeper water proved to be more of a challenge than anticipated. First, I had to plot out their permanent location.
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| Deep thoughts are abounding on this hot July day |
You may not know this, but fat floats and fat is something I'm in no short supply of. An ample layer helps keep this finely toned body of mine warm during the cold winter months of the UP.
Despite my best efforts, when it came to deep water gardening Tuesday afternoon, I found I was a human life preserver.
What do to?
I held my breath while holding onto the rock with one hand and planting with the other.
Something you may not be aware of...
In my Walter Mitty mind, I'm pretty certain I could have once been a member of the USA Olympic water ballet team.
As long as I was upside down, I seized the opportunity to entertain Sargie and the millions of viewers who were watching on non existent national television. Of course, Curt Gowdy was the commentator.
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| Note the pointed toes and delicately placed legs and feet |
Meanwhile, back to reality:
We usually don't get serious about fishing until after the Fourth of July. Anytime earlier and the tourists clog our local lakes.
It was hot on the lake, darn hot.
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| The Crappie Queen is surveying her queendom wondering where her subjects have gone |
A mama duck and babies paddled past our boat on their way down the shoreline just before we called it a night.
I'm going for my walk pretty quickly then work in the garden. It's to be 90 and very humid today which means the afternoon will be spent either in the shop or sitting in front of a fan.
Time to get a move on.
After all, a man's work is never done.
So are the tales from Pentoga Road...
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