Look who flew in to see Grandma?
It's my son, Luke!

June 15, 2017 - Thursday

62 degrees/cloudy/calm winds

Pentoga Road

I'm disappointed. Darn it anyway. I took a picture of Mom's surprised face when Luke unexpectedly walked into the living room yesterday afternoon and it came out a big blur. Grrr.

We've known for some time that Luke was coming to surprise his Grandma. It sure was!

I told Mom yesterday morning that I had a meeting with my financial advisor in Iron Mountain and wouldn't be long. That was all well and fine except Luke's plane was two to three hours late. 

I stuck to the story right to end, even after I arrived home and was explaining to Mom that the financial advisor had been called away during our meeting and that I had to wait for him. I was just getting to the good part of the lie when Luke walked into the living room and said, "Hey, I heard there was a party going on here."

The rest is history with lots of hugs, kisses, and stories.

Luke and I stopped by the Vision Center to see Sargie. Though she's video conferenced with him, they've never met face-to-face.

We needed to get home. In an attempt to surprise Mom, I'd not offered her the opportunity to ride with me to my "meeting" and she'd been alone for the majority of the day. 

You might know the road that's usually a shortcut had washed out from all the rain that fell several days ago.

There was nothing to do but turn around and backtrack several miles.

Since we were stopped, we got out and looked at the damage. What was there to see but a large snapping turtle. 

A firefighter and man who has saved many lives, I think Luke could have at least taken his shoes and socks off and stuck a toe down there for her to clamp onto and lifted her to safety.

After a good gab session with Grandma, I took Luke around the yard and naturally, we ended up in the barn where both four-wheelers were parked.

There happened to be some watermelon rinds that needed dumping. What better excuse for an ATV excursion?

Somehow or the other, we made our way to the Mighty Brule River which is way too mighty for these boys. We'd planned a float trip, but unless the river drops dramatically, that won't happen.

Our area just suffered the loss of a young man, a hero, who tried to save a drowning friend in flood waters. She made it. He didn't.

Last night was spent eating grilled hamburgers, talking, laughing, watching television, then eating ice cream and talking more.

Sargie opens today, but has the next four off. Luke's suitcase didn't make it to Iron Mountain with him and should be in on this morning's flight. Mom's been wanting to have her hair done, so I think we'll take her with to Iron Mountain, drop her off at the beautician's while we go to the airport, then come back and pick her up before returning home. 

A doe and fawn, the first I've seen this spring

Luke spotted the brush hog and tractor and wasn't slow to point out that the old popple woods needs mowing. He also is eager to dig a few holes with the backhoe. I'm certain I can find a place or two back in the woods that is dry enough.

Luke has a condition, one inherited from his father. It's called the Big Boy/Big Toy Syndrome. It seems to happen often around here.

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

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...