Grady's first walk in snow

November 27, 2015 - Friday evening

5 degrees/clear/calm

Pentoga Road

It's nippy outside this morning, but the scene looks like a picture postcard. 

It's difficult to believe I was digging rutabagas in the garden thirty-six hours earlier.

Carl the Weatherman has forecast temperatures to be in the thirties for the next several days, so we'll not complain. 

We've not used one drop of fuel oil yet this winter and the small wood stove is keeping the entire house comfy warm.

The house seems too quiet. We thought perhaps Grady could stay with us through the weekend, but discovered his mother's family had a holiday gathering last night, so just as quickly as he blew in here on Wednesday night, he flew out last evening. That's okay, we'll take the munchkin any ol' time we can have him.

We spent most of Friday simply fiddling around the house. Grady was happy and content to play with his toys and of course, hang out with his BFF Brutus.

Puppy Love

He loves tubby, 'er sink, time. The boy is about to grow out of the sink and into the bath tub.

 I spent some time with Grady teaching him how to touch his tongue to his nose. It's written in the Grandpa Handbook to do so. He's getting the basics, but has some work to do before he can chalk that off his list of accomplishments.

He was quick to grab my cell phone so he could text his homies.

After he'd awakened from a nap, Grandma Sargie dressed Grady warmly and the three of us walked up to Neighbor Mike's. Mike had called earlier saying his daughter, Amelia, had baked us a loaf of homemade bread and it was sitting on the counter. Everyone, including Mike and his family, had already departed for their home in Marquette.

Looks as though they had quite a crowd in for Thanksgiving.

Daddy had forgotten to pack any mittens, so Grandma improvised by digging around in my sock drawer and coming up with the perfect solution. These mittens were guaranteed not to fall off.

Quite the gentleman. Grady's helping Grandma across the road so she doesn't slip and fall.

Daddy and cousin, Taylor, drove in during the late afternoon. After a quick meal, Grady and the full-sized guys were heading back to Iron Mountain.

Where Grady goes, so does Brutus, especially at meal time when some morsel might fall from the tray onto the floor.

We had a quiet evening last night and were in bed fairly early. Sargie was tired and I didn't have any difficulty drifting off to sleep. 

Sargie's off today, her last for quite a while. If I had a crystal ball, I'd venture to say that I'll be carrying in boxes and totes of decorations while Sargie begins adorning our home for the Christmas season. 

Great Grandma Pennington's Christmas village is already out. Grady understands that he can look, but not touch.

So, Brutus and I will be the support team for the Decoration Committee. Other than that, no doubt we'll make our usual trip to town and take a short drive after. 

But first, it's time for that all-important cup of coffee, upload yesterday's pictures, and listen to the news.

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