Look who walked in the door with Grandma Sargie last night!

May 22, 2016 - Sunday

40 degrees/clear/calm

Pentoga Road

I'm attempting to write and get this uploaded fairly quickly so I can do some work in the garden and plant a few things prior to Grady waking up. There are a few small seeded varieties that should probably go into the ground before my two-year-old shadow waddles out to help, vegetables like carrots, beets, rutabagas, and parsnips.

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Saturday was the day of the patio. I started by power washing the deck and the swing.

Quite a difference between the left and right sides.

 Each were filthy.

After letting the wood dry, it was time to apply the Thompson's Water Seal.

By late afternoon, I could move everything back.

I'll ask Sargie to help me later today and we'll get the formal patio furniture down from where it's been stored over the shop and made ready for another summer's use.

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I'd worked about all I wanted to for one day. My back was sore, my neck stiff. It was time to play on the backhoe so I headed to the popple woods for a couple of hours.

The phone rang. It was Grandma Sargie saying she'd picked up a little person on her way home. Grady was coming to spend the night.

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Most of last evening was spent playing in the yard. When a boy is two years old and the late spring evening is just right, there is so much to do and explore.

He really liked the new windmill in the garden.

And driving the tractor with PawPaw was sure a lot of fun.

His favorite gismo on the tractor is the lever that makes the bucket go up and down. 

The very best thing, though, was sitting on the porch swing just as it was getting dark, right at the time when the cool air swirled into the valley, wrapped in one of PawPaw's flannel shirts, nice and warm, all snuggled up next to Grandma Sargie.

We played last night, laughed, and giggled, but in the end it was time for bed.

One catastrophe... Grady's potty chair was forgotten! Oh no, and he didn't care for the old fashioned little boy method of sitting backwards! It cramped his reading style.

 

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I'm headed out the door shortly to try to get a few things done before Hambone jumps from his bed, ready for another day of fun and adventure.

Later, the three of us are taking a twenty mile (round trip) ride to town on the four-wheeler. In fact, Grady showed up last night with a brand new helmet. His mama and daddy sent it over with him yesterday afternoon.

Daddy will be over later on today to gather Biker Grady, but first, we have lots to do, trips to take, garden to plant, a sandbox in which to play, and we might have to move some dirt in the popple woods with the tractor and play with that lever that makes the bucket go up and down.

Does Grady shirk from doing any of those things? Heck no.

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

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...