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| The Brule River after a sudden five inches of rain |
67 degrees/cloudy skies/breezy
Pentoga Road
I think the rain is finished. In checking just a few minutes ago, I see we ended with just a drop over five inches that has fallen in the past thirty six hours.
I think the garden will survive. After a sound thrashing from heavy rain and high winds, the plants are beginning to perk up and show signs of life.
I did absolutely nothing on Thursday, nada, zilch, zero, caput. You name it, I didn't do it.
Oh, wait, that's not true. I did go back to bed after writing yesterday morning. The fan was blowing cool air into the bedroom and the rain was pounding on the metal roof overhead.
I climbed back between the sheets and it was lights out for Tommy P.
We purchased a can of Spam, the All American meat, several weeks ago. Sargie and I, both, have shared fond memories of eating Spam from our childhood days and we wondered if it is still as tasty now as it was then.
Spam was a traveling staple when on vacation. My favorite way to enjoy Spam was having a huge slice smothered with mayonnaise in a sandwich of white bread.
Would Spam still tickle my culinary fancy?
It did! Sargie and I both agreed Spam is still a viable go-to source of pig parts, fat, and other healthy essential ingredients.
Yesterday's table fare included fried Spam and scrambled eggs liberally laced with green pepper.
Oh, for anyone over the age of fifty, remember when Spam was an inexpensive alternative to lunch meat? No more. I'm told it's become somewhat of a fashionable meat for the millennials and as such, costs about the same as lean hamburger.
Leave it to the kids to ruin everything.
In doing some deep and professorial research, I found the following published earlier in the Huffington Post. Reading the article will enable you to do a totally worthless FYI to a friend or relative, no doubt impressing him with your deep insight into all things not worth knowing.
So other than a late afternoon walk, that was pretty much my day. Lazy lazy lazy lazy.
It appears the rain is over along with the two week heat wave that has caused all of us to be miserable in the UP. I'm going to work in the shop for a while this morning before meeting Rose at the corner of Pentoga Road and Kalla Walla Trail for my usual walk. She drove ahead from the Chicagoland area yesterday with a load of kitchen cabinets. Tim is attending a two day fly fishing school and will arrive later this afternoon.
I'm hoping to make some headway on the fascia of the garden house over the next couple of days. Other than that... well, I'm wondering whatever happened to Black Jack chewing gum, my favorite and only chew from my childhood years. I might have to do some more deep research. It's just the way I roll.
After all, a man's work is never done.
So are the tales from Pentoga Road...
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| A butterfly bush (milkweed) growing alongside Pentoga Road. The plants, along with all varieties of butterflies, including monarchs, are common |
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