Grady and Grandma having a good time on Sunday. Note that Grady is getting ready for the Fourth of July by wearing his Brutus the Bulldog
t-shirt.

June 22, 2015 - Monday

61 degrees/sun-haze/breezy

Pentoga Road

It's a real buzz kill when one thinks that after yesterday's summer solstice resulting in the longest day of the year, we're officially beginning our march into winter. From now on, each day will be getting shorter, culminating with the shortest day next December 21st when we'll begin the cycle all over again. 

I had a wonderful Father's Day. All four sons, Josh, Luke, Matt, and Andy, called and I had a pleasant conversation with each. Andy is on a boat between Seattle, Washington, and Dutch Harbor, Alaska, and called using a satellite phone. Their phone calls were the best gifts they could have given.

Speaking of gifts, once again, Sargie took good care of me. I received a "back-out" device to remove stripped screws. It will work with my new DeWalt impact driver she gave me for my birthday. I also got a new patriotic t-shirt and pair of sunglasses. Thanks, Honey.

Father's Day was also a Grady day on Pentoga Road and the perfect way to celebrate. Macrea and Grady arrived mid to late morning. Since he has no wash machine, Macrea brought some laundry. 

Both he and Sargie spent some time washing clothes which meant I had some good, quality, time with my little buddy.

As usual, I'll let the following pictures describe the day. 

Brutus and Grady were joyfully reunited. Where Grady went, so did Brutus and neither were ever far apart.

Helping Daddy open his Father's Day present. Naturally, if Grady was there, so was Brutus. 

"C'mon, Grady, let's play!"

"Here, Brutus, you can chew on this fun clip I got off of Grandma's refrigerator!"

Out of the way. Here comes my lunch!

Helping Daddy and Grandma wash dishes after lunch.

Last evening, while Grandma and Macrea were finishing the laundry, Grady and I took a stroll down Pentoga Road... enjoying some quality Grandpa/Grady time.

But first, we had to stop and smell a rose...'er, a petunia along the way.

We talked and I sang all the John Philip Sousa marches I've ever known. Grady sang along with for a while, then suddenly, it went quiet in the stroller. It seems I have the ability to put even the most active munchkin to sleep.

We didn't want to see Macrea or Grady leave last evening, but as everyone knows, Monday is a work day and even the magic of Father's Day has to end sometime.

So, with hugs and kisses, the guys drove away. We'll see them again on the Fourth of July when all the Mighty Milligans meet to celebrate our country's birthday.

Sargie's back to work today. I'm not sure what's on my platter. It's to rain and storm, some possibly severe. I'll begin the morning by fixing the trim around the service door on the barn. After? Who knows. There's a list of things to be done before Mom arrives on Wednesday.

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

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...