February 24, 2021 - Wednesday morning

30 degrees/snow/calm winds

Pentoga Road

After sporadically working on the Lord's Prayer for the past several months, the last plaque was mounted on Tuesday afternoon. Feels good to have that finished.

Tuesday was a beautiful day. The bright sunshine and warm temperature made for a near perfect walk.

Some time was spent cleaning the drive and back patio. It's an ongoing chore this time of the year, but will pay dividends to be able to drive and walk on dry pavement during the upcoming mud season.

I well remember the days before we had the drive paved. Once mud season began, there'd be huge ruts in the gravel drive and even with taking our shoes off at the door, it was nearly impossible to not track mud through the house. Some years it was so bad that we'd have to park the car by the road and walk to the house. 

Let's put it this way. That didn't make Sargie a happy girl. No sir, not happy at all.

With the drive finished, I brought in the plaques of the Lord's Prayer and with Sargie's help, measured and mounted each to the back board that I'd cut and stained the previous day.

Initially, we were going to hang this in our home, but after talking with Sargie, I believe we'll donate it to a church. I told her I'd make another for our home at some point in the future.

While I was working in the shop, Sargie was taking advantage of the warm temperatures and vacuuming the interior of the Hyundai.

 Shined, polished, washed, and vacuumed, the girl has the interior looking like new. At one point, Sargie even talked me into crawling inside the trunk with vacuum hose in hand.

Crocs, cuffs on the saggy jeans, underwear showing, bare skin... no wonder women want me and men want to be me.  

Last night was a quiet one on Pentoga Road. I put a couple of chicken quarters on the grill and along with those, we enjoyed a large salad.

Today looks to be a repeat of yesterday. I'll go for my walk, clean what snow fell last night from the drive, go for our ride, and no doubt, I'll end up in the shop.

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

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...