September 20, 2020 - Sunday morning

46 degrees/partly cloudy/calm winds

Pentoga Road

I redefined the word "LAZY" on Saturday. Other than play in the shop a bit and help Sargie dehydrate apples, I did nothing, zilch, nada, etc. etc. etc.

Oh, I went for my morning walk, but was too lazy to pull the camera from my pocket. Sargie and I took a drive, but again, talking and laughing was more important than snapping pictures of the beautiful fall colors. 

We were going to go fishing until the wind began blowing which would have made holding a boat in place difficult. 

About the most strenuous task performed on Saturday was to remove a dead mouse from the electronic mousetrap. The equivalent of an electric chair for four legged mini rodents works like a charm.

Sargie and I were content to sit on our backsides all afternoon and watch hiking videos made by a couple in 2018 backpacking from Georgia to Maine on the Appalachian Trail. I particularly enjoy their series as they are older for through hikers, in their forties, and are putting in reasonable miles for their age. Some of the videos available are made by kids in their teens, twenties, and thirties, where they are trekking twenty five, thirty, and even up to forty miles a day.

I'm turning seventy on the trail. I can say one thing with a degree of certainty, this old man won't be walking thirty miles a day... I don't think.

So in other words, one word best describes yesterday:

NICE!

Dehydrated apple slices

I've had more than one peson tell me that it's okay to slow down, that every day doesn't have to be a race. Mom loved to remind me occasionally that being lazy in our retirement years was a good thing and normal. 

MOM? Mom of all people was like the preacher preaching to the choir, the eternal female Energizer Bunny. She was continually on the go, from sunrise to sunset, right up to the day she passed away at age 92. 

Though it felt good to sit all day yesterday, I went to bed last night with a guilty conscience. I thought of how I'd wasted a perfectly nice day day and what could have been accomplished. 

Though Dad was anything but lazy, I think I have a bit more of Mom's blood flowing through my veins. Hey, if I live as long as she did and have the same quality of life, I'm not going to complain a bit. 

Now if only I could find a brand new battery pack along with a few spare parts to reenergize this aging body of mine.

I'm headed out the door pretty quickly for a quick morning walk. I'd like to start cleaning out the garden today, do some more work in the shop, throw another batch of apples in the dehydrator, and if the wind stays down, Sargie and I plan to go fishing. Oh yeah, we'll be enjoying our daily afternoon drive somewhere along the way.

Or... we might just be lazy one more time.

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

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...