There's something about a giant pumpkin that serves as a munchkin magnet

September 18, 2015 - Friday

60 degrees/partly cloudy skies/breezy

Pentoga Road

As always, it seems entirely too quiet around here this morning with Grady gone. Sargie's sleeping in, the bulldog is slumbering on the floor, and I have a fresh, hot, cup of steaming coffee beside me. Perfect.

We thought he was going to eat the cherry tomato. Instead, he squeezed it until it burst open, laughed, then offered it to Grandpa.

Aunt Joanne, a close family friend of many years who now lives in the Atlanta region, mentioned in an email yesterday that she'd be happy when I quit posting pictures of the ceiling in the shop. So with that, today, we have a full contingent of Grady pics. 

A pacifier and boy doll in hand... Grady's ready for another day.

We had a meeting Thursday morning and Grady was happy to entertain any and all. What a good little kid. He'd fallen asleep in his car seat, but awakened upon our arrival with a smile and kept it for the entire time.

After, we drove to Iron River to take advantage of a one-day sale at our local grocery. I purchased two huge pork butt roasts for $1.29 a pound to put in the smoker. After, I'll freeze one and the other, will slice very thin to be used for Sargie's sandwiches.

The rest of the day was spent hanging out with Grady.

I sneaked out to the shop for a bit and finished hanging insulation on one wall until it was time to take Munchkin back to Iron Mountain.

We stopped by Walmart to purchase a battery for Sargie's car. The old one lasted 130,000 miles so I guess we can't complain. Another stop was made at Home Depot for supplies needed to finish the shop.

The four of us ate at a Mexican restaurant last night. Grady was thrilled to be sitting at the head of the table.

Though he looked through the menu, he was content to chomp on his Cheerios with an occasional side of Grandma Sargie's rice.

I think it's going to be a quiet day on Pentoga Road. I hope to finish hanging insulation and get that prickly job out of the way. No doubt Sargie will do her thing around the house and later, we'll take our usual afternoon drive. 

Mashed potatoes seem to come flying out quicker than they go in.

Guess I better get busy. That insulation's not going to hang itself.

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

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...