January 30, 2021 - Saturday morning
16 degrees/partly cloudy/calm winds
Pentoga Road
A person looks at the picture above and there's no doubt that God lives in the UP. Saturday morning's walk was so picturesque, pristine, so... perfect.
I especially loved the crunching sound as we walked along, each step sounding similar to the croaking of a Louisiana swamp bullfrog.
The crunching/croaking was loud enough that it occasionally made conversation difficult.
A person with a wandering mind might say that it was the culinary equivalent to biting into a fresh cheese curd, one right out of the vat, the kind that squeaks with every chew.
If you live in Wisconsin or the UP, you know a squeaky cheese curd is a sure sign of freshness. It's difficult to explain, but trust me, there's not many foods better than a good, fresh, old fashioned, Wisconsin cheese curd straight from the vat.
The rest of the day was spent doing maintenance, that of the worst kind.
Making phone calls.
They were ones that Sargie and I had put off for almost a month.
Verizon... oh, we're sorry, we must have made a mistake on your bill and here, let us adjust it.
Yeah, a mistake to the tune of several hundred dollars a year.
Direct TV/ATT - This is the price of your subscription WITH the customer loyalty discount. I wish there was something we could do. Bye.
Grrr.
Believe me, once Elon Musk's Starlink Satellite service is activated, we'll be kissing Direct TV goodbye. We can watch all our favorite programs via internet for a small fraction of the price.
Speaking of internet, our satellite Hughesnet has deteriorated to almost next to nothing. A phone call to their tech department resulted in listening to multiple reasons why the degradation is entirely our fault. We tell them nothing's changed over the years on our end, but it falls on deaf ears.
Much of our internet service now comes from using my cell phone as a Hotspot. I'm on an unlimited data plan, so it works. Even having to run the data signal through a booster results in a faster, more reliable signal than Hughesnet.
As with Direct TV, we're counting on Elon to bail us out with better internet service.
As long as we're talking on the phone, why not call Amazon. Arrangements were made for a UPS pick up from our front porch. All we had to do was print a shipping label and Amazon would handle the rest.
So that was our day, most of it listening to elevator music looping endlessly while holding for a customer service representative.
With a winter storm dropping a potential four to eight inches of snow accompanied by a substantial wind, bearing down on southern Wisconsin, we've decided to leave a day early for Madison. The old Blazer, with its four wheel drive, is just not up for making a five hour journey, so we'll play it safe, take the Hyundai, and hopefully, arrive at our hotel before the storm arrives.
Sunday will be a lazy one. There're all kinds of stores around our hotel, so no doubt, Sargie will be perusing the clearance tables with me in tow.
I'll see the doctor first thing Monday morning and begin that process.
Oh, Mel and Macrea called yesterday and said it appears as though Baby Cheeks will enter the world sometime Sunday via C section. We told Mel to hold off until at least Tuesday when we hope to be back home.
With the Covid protocols, we won't get to see the baby until she comes home from Green Bay, but naturally, delivery will happen while we're away.
Time to wrap up here and finish packing before Mark arrives for our walk.
Speaking of wrapping, I FINALLY finished the last puzzle, a grandbaby Christmas present, and Sargie spent some time wrapping and making it ready to mail.
Isn't there a song called the Thirty-four Days of Christmas?
Enough foolishness. Time to get this day started.
After all, a man's work is never done.
So are the tales from Pentoga Road...
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