Grady the Red Nosed Munchkin

December 23, 2016 - Friday

26 degrees/clear/breezy

Pentoga Road

I was up early this morning as Mom and I will ride to Iron Mountain with Sargie to get the Blazer that we left in town last night. Why is it that on mornings when I have to get out of bed, it seems I could sleep until noon? 

Thursday was a busy one. I went ice fishing first thing in the morning.

There are several inches of ice on the lake, but also, there's that much water on top of the ice. We've had enough snow that it's pushed the ice down, forcing the water to flow upwards through any cracks or holes making walking miserable and very slippery.

I slogged out to where I was fishing the day before yesterday and jigged for over an hour. My efforts produced two small bluegills, nothing worth bringing home. I'll wait until the week after next when the temperatures are forecast to plummet before I go again and let the overflow freeze.

I was home by midmorning and asked Mom if she wanted to ride with me to take the power auger to the small engine repair shop. 

It was a beautiful and warm day and we enjoyed our ride, sight seeing a bit, and talking a mile a minute. In the end, we found a local mom and pop restaurant where we enjoyed the daily special, hot turkey sandwiches, mashed taters, gravy, and salad. It was a great date. Thanks, Mom!

Once home, I scraped the drive again and played outside. The registration stickers were put on the snowmobile and I'm now riding on the right side of the law.

I may be on the right side of the law, but I definitely fell off the trail. I certainly got stuck, but the nice thing with a Tundra, it was easy to get out.

Mom and I left for Iron Mountain later in the afternoon to meet Sargie, then go on to Mel, Macrea, and Grady's for our little family Christmas. 

The pictures tell the story better than I can:

With bellies filled with pizza and arms full of presents, it was past my bedtime before we left. Things were going well until we found the Kia had a flat tire.

This is the same tire that mysteriously went flat a month ago. Neither the tire store nor I could find a leak in the thing after it was once again inflated. 

We were across the street from a filling station last night, so I inflated the tire and we came on home. 

Mom and I will be taking the Kia back to the tire store this morning and I'll have them check it again. The mystery of the rapidly deflating tire continues, at least for now.

So the countdown continues towards the biggest day of the year. Mom said she'd help me wrap presents later today when we get home from Iron Mountain. Other than that, the sky's the limit. 

It's time to get busy. After all, a man's work is never done.

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