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52 degrees/foggy/calm winds
Pentoga Road
It's a quick down and dirty entry this morning as I'll be leaving for my semi annual teeth cleaning in just a few minutes. It is so nice and cool this morning that I laid in bed snuggling with Sargie longer than I should have.
Monday morning's walk was a beautiful one.
I realize I keep showing pictures of the various colorful wild flowers, but you have to remember, we see only white with a mixture of gray thrown in for at least six months of the year. Northerners appreciate the beautiful colors of the summer months.
Monday was spent south of the border in Rhinelander where we wandered from one store to the other purchasing needed household items. Everyone was wearing masks, but I observed several with them down around their chins or necks. One was wearing his around his forehead like a sweatband.
I don't know what to think about this whole virus business. One media outlet says one thing, another says something different. It's become so politicized that it's difficult to know what to think. Meanwhile, we sport our masks and talk from behind veiled faces.
I just wish it would all go away.
Sargie got educated last night by watching the movie classic, Talladega Nights, the Ballad of Ricky Bobby, starring Will Ferrel.
I personally think the movie ought to be required viewing for all, but not everyone agrees. Sargie liked it. Mom would have hated it.
No doubt, Dad, would have loved it, but then he liked the classics. Dad roared through multiple viewings of Blazing Saddles when it first aired in the 70's and at one point, could nearly recite the entire movie from memory.
We Pennington men are all about taste.
Whoops, look at the time. I need to get going. That tooth ain't gonna clean itself.
After all, a man's work is never done.
So are the tales from Pentoga Road...
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