Andy sent a picture of Ivy modeling her new bibs

January 26, 2016 - Tuesday

28 degrees/mist - light snow/calm winds

Pentoga Road

I'm trying to get this written and uploaded while things are still quiet. I'm fearful that I'm in a losing battle.

The phone rang late yesterday afternoon. It was Macrea saying he was going to work in Iron River on Tuesday and thought maybe Grandma and Grandpa might like a visit from Grady. Since Grandma's working, I told him I'd be happy to hang out with the little guy. We agreed not to say anything to Sargie and let it be a surprise.

Sargie and I had just finished eating supper last night when who came a'calling? Mr. Grady. 

Page Two

After completing my usual walk on Monday morning, I fiddled around with the ice fishing sled to the point where I could mount the Clam on top. It all worked out really well and I can now easily pull all my ice fishing equipment, the Clam and power auger included at one time. It's an ice fisherman's equivalent to one-stop shopping.

I wanted to try out the sled/Clam combination so headed to the lake for the day.

Fishing was good... if all a person wanted to catch were four-inch bluegills. After two hours of bringing munchkin-sized fish through the hole, I moved to a new area and was rewarded with catching one small bluegill over the next hour. It was time to quit and come home.

The afternoon was spent fiddling around. The security light needed to be adjusted and fire wood hauled inside. I enjoyed a power nap and managed to get all the floors swept before Sargie arrived home.

The evening was spent talking with Macrea and playing with Grady.

We hastily erected a barrier to separate Brutus from Grady and neither can understand why they can't play with each other. When Grady grows another foot taller, they can run, wrestle, and romp, all they want.

Sargie closes tonight. Macrea will be working in town, so it'll be just Grady and me. I think we'll stay inside this morning, then later, we'll head outside and plow the drive, take a four wheeler ride, and hey, maybe throw in a sippy cup of milk and party hardy! It's just the way we roll.

Unhappy at being separated from Grady, Brutus went to the furthest corner and remained behind the rocking chair.

After all, two guys' work is never done.

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...

Who? Me?