Look who came to visit on Wednesday! Isabella stopped in and brought her mommy with.

July 28, 2016 - Thursday
58 degrees/clear/calm winds
Pentoga Road

I should never look at the weather forecast. After writing on Wednesday morning, I casually clicked on a weather page and was thrown into a panic when I saw the following:



Should your eyesight be as poor as mine, it says, "Thunderstorms likely. Rainfall will be locally heavy at times. High 73. Winds N at 5 to 10 mph. Chance of rain 100%. 3 to 5 inches of rain expected."

Oh no, I'd be alone here with Grady while the sky was falling in.



The back patio area is the only place where the basement is prone to seeping. Water rushes off the roof and runs down alongside the basement foundation. The last time we had a frog strangler of three inches in a short period of time, I ended up spreading tarps onto the deck so the water could run out into the yard. It worked then, why not now? 

I changed into my Tommy Pentoga - Super Hero! outfit and jumped into action, spreading three tarps over the patio. I was as ready as I could be.



In the end, we received half an inch of rain spread over the entire day yesterday. It was just enough to keep Grady and I indoors the entire time. 

Sarah and Isabella came out to visit for part of the morning. The munchkins played well together while Sarah and I caught up on the news. 



The babies began rubbing their eyes and yawning making it obvious it was nap time. With hugs and kisses, Sarah and Isabella departed for home. It wasn't long before ol' Hambone fell sound asleep and Pawpaw might have closed his eyes to the sounds of falling rain while reclining in his chair.

Following nap time, we watched Mickey Mouse, sang and danced. At one point, I kiddingly called Grady, "Knuckle Head," causing him to reach up and rub his noggin wondering what that meant. I told him it's what loving Pawpaw's call their grandsons. He seemed satisfied with that explanation and repeated the name several times. 

Mel, Grady's mother, texted me the other day saying that Grady has started pulling down his pants and tinkling on his other grandmother's trees in her yard. Mel wondered if Pawpaw might have taught him the fine art of tree tinkling. 

A country boy watering down trees? Heck yeah. As I explained to Mel, it's a rite of boyhood. Now I have to figure out how to teach him that there's a time and a place for everything.... including tree tinkling.

There were other lessons learned on Wednesday, mostly how to wear one's shorts on his head, making him look like an Egyptian pharaoh. I even sang Steve Martin's King Tut while we both danced in the living room. It was an action-filled day.

Grady was showing Grandma Sargie how to wear his pants on his head. He got a bit confused and put them on too far, causing him to look out one leg.

Grandma Sargie arrived home early last night and we had a quiet evening. After a rough and tumble day with Pawpaw, Grady was happy to sit on his grandmother's lap the entire evening. It was just as it should be.

Sargie's off and we're heading to Green Bay today. We need some basic supplies from Sam's Club and Grady enjoys road trips, so why not? We'll stop at the mall, Sam's Club, Fleet Farm, and of course, no trip to Title Town would be complete without a walk through of Harbor Freight Tools. The plan calls for us to drop Grady off in Iron Mountain late this afternoon after his daddy gets off work.

I've got chores to do before we leave, mostly slop the giant pumpkins. Both have doubled in size during the past two days and without question, the creaking and groaning caused by their rapid growth, will keep us awake for the next several nights. It's the price we giant pumpkin growers pay. 

Time to feed the monsters.

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

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...