Left to Right, The Milligan sisters: Jeanne, Nancy, Holly, Trish, Sargie

November 28, 2014 - Friday

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Pentoga Road

The roar of Thanksgiving is growing dimmer, but the memories are great. 

I left Sargie, Macrea, and Grady yesterday morning to drive to the airport and pick up Andy. They followed soon after and we all met at Jeanne and Boyd's.

Andy arrived ahead of schedule at the Iron Mountain Airport

The food was plentiful, the conversations abounded, and I enjoyed either playing with the munchkins, catching up on the news from Andy, or traveling from one group to the other to learn what was new in others' worlds. 

The best part of the Mighty Milligan gatherings are all the hugs, kisses, handshakes, pats on the back, and other meaningful gestures. The day flew by.

Sargie's son, Cale

Cale and niece, Ashley

One of the best gardeners I know, brother in law, Boyd. He's a great guy and I really enjoy our conversations, especially when we start trading gardening tips and comparing growing methods.

Nieces Marley, Aubrey, and Brielle

Brielle

Uncle Andy, Grady, and Grandma Sargie

Marley

Uncle Tom and Aubrey

It's been a long day, Macrea

Other than being a Lion's fan, brother in law Ross is one of the truly nice guys of the world.

Nancy doing her JC Penny Catalogue pose. We're going to get that girl a job modeling for a catalogue yet.

Grady, Sasha, and Aubrey Ann

Big people can be soooo boring.

We ended the family gathering by sitting around the dining room table and talking. As much as we hated to admit it, we were tired, full, fat, and happy, but still had an hour drive home. With more hugs and kisses, we headed home.

Andy was in bed early. With the temperature overing between 10 and 15 below zero, I banked the fire and Sargie and I headed upstairs a short time later.

Sargie's working until 5 this afternoon. Andy and I are going to switch out dryers, exchanging the old one in the basement for Sargie's that we've had in the new storage shed. I think we're also going to switch kitchen stoves.

Other than that, we'll ding around the area. Jessica doesn't arrive in Iron Mountain until 10:30 tonight. We're eager to have her here, even if it's just for a couple of short days.

Sargie's gone to work. Andy and I are gabbing, sipping coffee, and it's time to think about getting something for breakfast.

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

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...