Aria and daddy, Alex

January 6, 2021 - Wednesday morning

22 degrees/partly cloudy/calm winds

Pentoga Road

Make no mistake about it, Aria loves her daddy. In a manly sort of way, I feel the same. When I'm around Alex and Sasha and others like them, I know there's hope for the generations to come. They're the real thing.

Tuesday morning started in the usual manner, by taking a long walk. The dusting of snow that had fallen the night before made the road a bit slippery in spots and of course, I found one of those places.

Walking down Pentoga Hill at a fairly good clip, my feet went flying out from under me. I managed to use my arms to help break the fall, but in the end, I lay on my side, slowly wiggling each part of my body before getting back up.

Fingers? Check. Wrist and arms? Check. Feet and ankles? Check. Legs? Check. Heart still beating? Check. Car or truck coming? Check.

Get up!

Other than my delicate ego, nothing was broken or even bruised for that matter. 

Just like CSI.  Pentoga Road's version of tracing a fallen victim.

I know I'll take plenty of falls while trekking northwards on the AT and I've come to realize that I don't bounce nearly as good as I once did. Having a strong type A personality, I need to take a lesson from Sargie, a definite type B'er, and remember to slow 'er down and take my time.

I started a fire in the outside wood furnace before leaving for my walk and came home to a nice, warm, shop. Tuesday morning found me finishing a puzzle and continuing work on the Lord's Prayer.

I'm glad Jesus didn't think of more to impart while teaching his disciples to pray. If He would have, I'd never get the entire prayer finished.

My original goal of having the prayer finished by Christmas has come and gone. How about Easter?

I came in the house for breakfast and Sargie threw out the suggestion of going to Green Bay. The weather was perfect, traffic should be light, and we needed to go at some point this week.

Sure, why not?

We made the rounds of the usual stores, Costco, Aldies, Sam's, and of course, Walmart.

For only needing a "few things," Sargie and I managed to fill up not one, but two carts at Sam's. Unfortunately, most of what was purchased was household supplies and food, no toys to speak of.

I splurged and purchased a 5 terrabyte external hard drive and spent last evening unloading over 10,000 pictures and videos from my Macbook Pro.

I doubt anyone will ever see those pictures again and realistically speaking, after Sargie and I are gone, one of my sons will probably take it and put it on a closet shelf. 

One man's trash is another man's treasure and my treasures are my writings and photos. Maybe, one of our grandbabies will take an interest, but if not, that's okay. 

Time passes on.

We were home by dark last night. Sargie put our newly purchased goodies away while I built a fire in the wood stove and carried in wood. Fat and happy, we were content to sit and watch television last night.

I'm heading out for my walk at first light this morning and HOPE to keep both feet under me. That pavement doesn't get any softer as the years go by.

The shop? Ice fishing? Maybe I'll just chase Sargie Pants around the house.

Who knows? Who cares?

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

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