That's Yooper Brother Mark, texting, asking if he can come play outside with me. I told him to hurry up and retire.

Ocober 9, 2020 - Friday morning

48 degrees/partly cloudy/windy

Pentoga Road

It appears this could be our last day of seventy degree temperatures for the year. It was warm during the night and with the breeze causing the wind chimes to play their mystical music, I slept like a baby, over an hour longer than usual.

Jambo wanted to go fishing Thursday morning, so after my early morning walk, that's exactly what we did. 

It was cold and windy and required some of my sharpest guiding skills to put the boy on fish... exactly one fish. Evidently, I'm going to have to ask Master Angler Crappie Queen Sargie to give Jambo some lessons as he had only a lone crappie, a baby at that, to show for all his efforts.

Naw, I jest. Fishing was lousy and borderline miserable. The temperature registered only 39 degrees when we finished. The wind made it seem much colder.

We finally found a cove where the water was still. Fishing was no better, but the sun and still air felt heavenly. 

In the end, all that we could claim for a morning's worth of angling was a few hours of wonderful fellowship along with lots of fresh air.

I had the chills when I arrived home. Sargie immediately shoved a cup of HOT chocolate into my shaking hands so I could warm from the inside out. It wasn't until we took our ride after breakfast that I finally stopped shivering and that was only after the heater in the car was run full blast for twenty minutes or more. 

The afternoon was spent installing the booster on the over-the-air antenna for the television in the shop. I had to take down the pole, do some electrical work on top, then with Sargie's assistance, point the antenna in exactly the right direction.

Shop reception went from zero channels before the booster to ten after installation. That should be enough to lull me into an after lunch slumber while reclined in my Lazy Boy this winter. 

Sargie was busy in the house all day doing what it is Sargie does. The annual migration of cluster flies are making their last ditch effort to escape the outside cold temperatures. Sargie sucks them up with the vacuum and yesterday, was washing all the downstairs windows.

As always, she has our home looking like a million dollars.

I'm heading out the door for my morning walk in a few minutes. Today's list includes spreading the last pail of blacktop sealer. I have one left from earlier this summer that needs to be used as the concoction is no good if it freezes. Part of it will be used to coat the rolled roofing over the storage shed and the rest spread on the most used parts of the drive.

The garden beds still need to be tilled and if I have any energy after that, I'll laminate some oak and mahogany wood in preparation for turning a bowl on the lathe. Oh, and of course, we'll take our usual drive to town.

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

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...