Look who came to visit Grandma Sargie and PawPaw

March 2, 2016 - Wednesday
-9 degrees/partly cloudy/calm winds
Pentoga Road

I'm disappointed as can be. It looked as though we were going to have a first-class sunrise this morning and at the last minute, clouds rolled in and that was that... my life story.

What a difference a day makes. We received a call early yesterday afternoon and before I knew it, we were on our way to Iron Mountain to get Grady. I'm not sure of the circumstances, but I don't care. He hasn't been over in two, maybe three, weeks, so some serious Grady-time was due.

Tuesday morning was an inside affair and my only activity was to look at more seed catalogues, make a few diagrams of the new irrigation system in the garden, and to think deep thoughts. The latter consumed about two or three seconds of my day.

Sargie had been trying to get the doctor's office to call about scheduling an appointment for some lab work so she might get some antibiotics for her infection. I could write a diatribe concerning how inept and rude the doctor's staff is, but I'll try to keep things positive. To make a very long story short, a physician's assistant finally called for lab work at the end of the day, only he made them for her thyroid. I thought it would take chains and padlocks to hold Sargie in her seat, but needless to say, no antibiotics were ordered as no lab tests were done and the infection is still alive and well. 

While in Iron Mountain on Tuesday afternoon, we picked up our taxes and I came out a hundred dollars to the good. The Feds owed me money, but the state, ah, yes, our grand State of Michigan, home to Flint and Detroit, big holes into which the rest of us pour money, got into my pocket. Still, in the long run, I came out better than even so I shouldn't complain.

After a stop at Jiffy Lube to get the oil changed in the Blazer, we made our way to Home Depot where I purchased enough lumber to build the last two strawberry planters. Hopefully, one will be started today.



And finally, we picked up Grady and arrived home before dark. 

Last evening was spent playing, dancing, singing, watching tv, listening to nursery rhymes, and doing those things that twenty-two month olds love doing. 

Grady will be with us for a couple of days, at least until Daddy comes through on Thursday to get him. 

I hope Grady, or Ham Bone, as he's referred to around here, gets plenty of rest. Yooper Brother Mark called and said the trailer is sitting in at the plant filled with wood. It appears PawPaw and Ham Bone are going to be busy today working up next year's firewood.

After all, a man and a boy's work are never done.

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...

We'd been pounding on the bottom of old oatmeal boxes, singing and dancing to Pow Wow the Indian Boy. Growing up, it was my favorite Captain Kangaroo sing along song.