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| Great Nephew, Lincoln |
32 degrees/clear skies/calm winds
Pentoga Road
Mom, Courtney, sent the above picture of Lincoln that was taken at Uncle Tom and Aunt Sargie's last Sunday. Seems Lincoln enjoys a good fresh Wolf River apple every now and then. I told his mama that he could have all he wanted.
What the heck? Last night's low was only to reach 40 degrees. It appears the weather man lied once again. It's not yet daylight and the thermometer is reading a very unfriendly 32 degrees. No doubt, it will dip another degree or two before sunrise.
I guess this means summer is over. It was fun while it lasted.
I shouldn't cry and moan. Yooper Brother Mark's little girl, my former student, Sarah, just sent this from Kemmerer, Wyoming. She's on "hold" right now, waiting to see if school will be cancelled today.
Sarah lives and teaches on the high plains where such changeable weather is common.
Not much to talk about this morning as Monday was a lazy one. Sargie and I went for a nice drive, poking our noses in and around various lakes.
Once home, I spent some time doing paperwork. You know what I DON'T miss about teaching at the university level?
PAPERWORK.
It was all worthwhile though. Hyundai Motors had a recall for our particular year Sonata that not only reimburses us for the necessary needed repair while we were visiting Mississippi Garry and Jody last spring, but also gives us a LIFETIME warrantee on the engine, drive train, and transmission for as long as we own the car. Anyone who knows us knows we'll drive that car until the axles fall off, then get out a roll of duct tape and some baling wire in an attempt to squeeze another hundred thousand miles out of it.
I also had some insurance forms to complete that I've been putting off, so that was completed, scanned, and sent off into cyberspace.
It feels good to have all the t's crossed and i's dotted.
Time was spent in the shop Monday afternoon. I cut and carved a couple of names, plus made patterns ready for more cutting, sawing, and muttering.
Missisippi Brother Garry and I agree this could be a much simpler method of making ornaments, using a scroll saw and a bit of sand paper, than turning them on the lathe, cutting each apart, and gluing them back together. (Take my word for it, it's a process.)
Well, I'm heading out the door at first light for my morning walk. First, I need to go down the basement in search of a stocking cap and gloves. I think I'll make the big round-the-block walk today, a mile down Pentoga Road, past the private community of Maggie Lakes, onto a roller coaster hilly road a mile behind ours, before completing another three and half miles back home. It's a healthy multi mile trek that includes several steep hills.
Other than that, I'd like to get one wall of the garden house insulated prior to working a couple of hours in the shop.
You understand that's all tentative. Sargie Pants may have other ideas and that's fine with me. It's just the way we roll around here.
After all, a man's work is never done.
So are the tales from Pentoga Road...
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| A blast from the past - ten years ago Taken when the side yard was still brush and woods and the front meadow was the same |
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