Grady was hanging out at the beach on Sunday afternoon just chillin' and veggin'

July 14, 2014 - Monday

53 degrees/partly cloudy/calm

Pentoga Road

And just like that, another week begins. Mom is due to arrive on the noon flight tomorrow and will be with us for a couple of weeks. Sargie and I are looking forward to her arrival. As I told someone the other day, I've got the coolest mom in the world. We sure have a lot of fun.

I headed to the garden Sunday morning after writing and picked a few goodies, broccoli being among them.

Broccoli

Peas

Kohlrabi

This is the largest zucchini blossom I've ever seen.

I also picked a bag full of strawberries to take up to Macrea. 

The trip to Marquette was wonderful. The day was gorgeous, the temperatures cool. Grandma Sargie got her Grady fix and we celebrated Macrea's birthday by going out to eat, doing a bit of sight seeing, and gabbing.

Grandma Sargie and Grady are having a heart-to-heart conversation

The three of us later went to eat pizza, then walked along the beach of Lake Superior.

This lady (the one with only two legs) told me that her dog didn't like to walk, so she purchased a stroller at a second hand store. I had to stifle the urge to get sick.

A life guard and water patrol. I'd like to have that water patrol officer's job.

There was a part of me that wanted to hop in and play volleyball... except the oldest participant was at least thirty-five years my junior.

We turned the car south last evening and had a relaxing ride home. 

Sargie's back to work today. I'm going to walk the usual five miles this morning first thing. Hopefully, the forecast showers hold off and I can work on the floor of the storage building after. There are still more strawberries to pick and I told Sargie I'd run the sweeper over the floors today. There will be a pile of assignments to grade later as all are due by this evening.

I've tried teaching Brutus some key boarding skills, but he insists on using the one-paw, hunt and peck method. It makes my dictation to him terribly slow.

As you and I well know, a man's work is never done.

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...