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| Look who we found when we went to retrieve Luke's "lost" luggage at the airport yesterday. It's my oldest son, Josh! |
55 degrees/sunny/calm winds
Pentoga Road
Lord, I haven't lied so much in my life. So here was the story:
Luke and I, with Sargie's help, told Mom that his luggage had been lost and had finally arrived in Iron Mountain on Thursday morning's flight.
Mom had been wanting to get to the beauty parlor, so Sargie suggested that we bring her to the one alongside the Vision Center at Walmart and she could get her hair washed while we went to the airport to get Luke's lost luggage. Mom thought that was a great idea.
Josh's flight was right on time. Returning to the Vision Center, I walked ahead while Josh and Luke waited around the corner. The following pictures tell it best.
While all that mushy stuff was going on, Luke was busy trying on glasses. Cute, eh?
We made several stops before arriving home. Once, here, the boys found both four-wheelers and they were off to the races.
Actually, they were a great help in getting things ready for tomorrow's party.
They moved equipment and Josh even manned the chain saw to remove a few dead limbs that I've been meaning to take care of this spring.
It sure is nice to have a couple of good sets of eyes to see some things that need fixing. The boys spotted a piece of aluminum that was loose on the barn. I'd never noticed it.
Out came the ladder and up went Luke. He also informed me the facia is rotten and needs to be replaced.
Sigh.
Another summer project to add to the list.
A side note: Josh is a full Commander, a senior officer, with the US Coast Guard. Eligible to retire next year, he is currently a professor of engineering at the US Coast Guard Academy in New London, Connecticut. At this time, he's unsure if he'll remain in the Coast Guard or move into the private sector.
Luke is a Lieutenant at the South Portland, Maine, Fire Department and supervises a crew of firefighters and Emergency Service personnel.
Yooper Brother Mark, Sheri, Sarah, Curtis, and my honey bunny boo, Isabella, came out in the early evening with their big ol' camping trailer in tow.
It will be used to house my nieces over the weekend.
It was good to see my former student, Sarah, and of course, our beautiful, gorgeous, Isabella.
She was quick to come to Uncle Tom and Auntie Sargie, and we both got to hold and cuddle with her. Isabella promised she be back out when things slow down so we can get in some quality play/visit time.
I grilled chicken quarters last night while Luke made his world famous poutine, a uniquely French Acadian northern Maine culinary creation of French fries smothered in gravy and cheese.
Needless to say, we ate like the piggies we know how to be.
Today's going to be a busy one. Sargie has a work list about ten miles long of things that need to be done before tomorrow's party.
Mark was quick to point out in a text early this morning that the probabilities of rain for tomorrow have been reduced from 90% to 40%. We're keeping our fingers crossed.
My niece, Christy, and great nieces, Sophie and Livy, planned to leave Indianapolis around midnight and are currently north of Madison, Wisconsin, heading this way. They should be in around 10:30 this morning.
Macrea and Grady are coming over today to lend a pre-party hand. It's going to be mighty busy in these here parts.
With that being said, I guess I ought to head back into the house and see if anyone is up. I've been writing in the shop. Josh zonked out last night on the living room couch, Luke on an air bed on the dining room floor. The boys will be sleeping at Neighbor Mike's camp for the rest of the weekend.
Time to get this day started.
After all, a man's work is never done.
So are the tales from Pentoga Road...
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| At six feet tall, I'm the little bitty guy in the back. |
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