Saturday was opening day of the season and grandson, Coleman, was ready.

August 31, 2015 - Sunday morning
60 degrees/hazy/calm winds
Pentoga Road

Saturday was a busy one on Pentoga Road. I received the picture of Coleman from my son, Luke. He was dressed in his game jersey and ready to take the field for the first time this year... or in his young career. Coleman did well, I'm told. He put a killer block on a defensive man to spring a runner and later, made a great tackle. 

Right now, we're making plans for Coleman to attend Notre Dame on a football scholarship, then be drafted by the Packers... probably starting as middle inside linebacker.

But first, it was time to get some last-minute instructions from Mom.

I later asked Coleman how his team did. I believe his exact words were, "Grandpa, we smoked them." I think that means they won.

While waiting for Grady, I worked on the shop and managed to get the exterior of the north wall completed.

The biggest problem is what to do with the tools during construction. Here, I'm simply piling everything from the work bench into plastic bins and stacking them out of the way.

I cleaned off the workbench sitting in front of, what will be, the four foot door. Sargie later helped me move the bench. The next task will be to build the large service door through which a snowmobile or four wheeler can be driven so they can be worked on during the cold months.

And just like that, the area is clean

Grady reentered my life yesterday around noon. I felt sorry for the little guy. He was with Daddy and sound asleep when he left home and woke up at Grandma and Grandpa's house with Grandpa being the only one around. 

Still, his first reaction was a big smile as he put his arms out for Grandpa to hold him.

Grandma Sargie made arrangements to leave work early and the three of us made a quick trip to town soon after she arrived home.

Snowsuits were on sale and Grandma Sargie found a good one at the right price. Grady will be ready to go ice fishing with Grandpa when the time arrives.

It was sandbox time. Grady's face lit up when he saw the bright colors of the tire and within seconds, he was digging with the best of them. 

Who's having the most fun, Grady or Grandma Sargie?!

We played in the yard after and enjoyed the evening. Grady was content to explore every nook and cranny he came across.

It was time to get cleaned up and ready ourselves for the Packer preseason home opener against Philadelphia. It's been many years since I took a shower with a little one, just a quick one to get the sand washed off. 

When my four sons were little, it seemed more like an assembly line as one after the other paraded through to shower with Dad. Occasionally, they came all at once. I well remember having Josh come running through, followed by Luke and Matt standing in front of me, pushing me out of the water, all while holding Andy in my arms. Ah the good old days.

After a minute or two, I handed Grady back out to Sargie. She later gave him a good washing in the sink. 

Squeaky clean and dressed in Clay Matthews jerseys, Grandpa and Grady are ready to cheer on their favorite team.

So the day ended with the Packers looking horrible and losing, but we had fun none-the-less.

Grady was in bed by 9 last night and is still sleeping. Grandma Sargie's getting an extra hour or two of slumber and I'm enjoying the peace and quiet.

Macrea will be pulling in later today. I'm going to hang out with Grady and Grandma, maybe sneak out to the shop and build the service door... who knows.

Well, I know one thing. A man's work is never done.

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...