March 4, 2016 - Friday
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Pentoga Road

It too quiet and orderly around here this morning. There are no toys lying on the floor and no nursery rhymes are playing in the background. Grady's gone home.

Thursday started as a busy one on Pentoga Road. Grady was up earlier than usual so the three of us enjoyed our breakfast before my pint-sized helper and I headed outside. Grady was rarin' to go, but seemed a bit tired. The young adventurer scaled Mt. Pentoga, otherwise referred to as the wood pile, slid down the tail gate of the trailer a few times, and threw two or three pieces of wood into the shed, but after an hour, took my hand and led me to the back door.



Seeing him yawn and rub his eyes, I asked if he wanted to go back to bed. Without hesitation, he said, "Uh huh." 

So, with a clean diaper and donned in jammies, we gathered Fluffy, Teddy, a blankie, and up the stairs we went.



 It wasn't long before he was sound asleep. This business of following PawPaw around is serious stuff and can wear a little guy out.

I headed back outside. It took the rest of the morning to finish working up the trailer full of wood and get it put away. 

With Grady no longer under foot, I could swing the mall and chunks of wood were soon flying in every which direction. 

Empty two days ago, the shed is one-third full and ready for more wood.

Macrea pulled in around noon. Sargie had fixed a huge pot of spaghetti and we spent an hour talking and eating before Grady awakened. It wasn't long after he ate before the boys left. Macrea had to leave Grady at his mother's, then drive onto Escanaba to complete his work day.

Grandma Sargie makes a mean pot of spaghetti!

Sargie and I took our afternoon drive to town, bought a few groceries, and enjoyed the sunny day. Last night was spent watching Netflix and munching popcorn.

Tired of wearing out multiple thin cotton work gloves, I bought a pair of genuine buffalo hide gloves yesterday. I'll be roaming o'er the plains while the deer and the antelope play.

We talked about going to Green Bay today, but the forecast is for less than favorable conditions to the south of here. There's a home builder's show going on in Marquette this weekend. Maybe we'll try to sneak up there. Otherwise, we're going to enjoy the last three day's of Sargie's vacation. Her next one isn't scheduled until July, five months from now. 

I'm going to begin hauling the firewood I got a year ago from under the tarps and finish filling the front sheds. I want to use that next winter and then store any new wood I get in the coming months for the year after next.

Hopefully, the pile under the green tarp will be worked up and in the shed before the weekend is over.

Other than that, I have hopes of beginning construction on the two remaining strawberry planters. I'd like to get those delivered in the next week or two.

Ah, the sun's coming up. Time to get another cup of coffee and listen to the news.

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

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...