Courtney and Garth

August 27, 2017 - Sunday

58 degrees/heavy rain/breezy

Pentoga Road

I'm thinking Hurricane Harvey skipped over the rest of the lower 48 and landed in the UP. It's rained nonstop all night and continues to pound down this morning. The dampness, coupled with the chilly temperatures, make the house seem cold inside. I'll turn on the furnace once Sargie's up to remove the chill.

Yesterday was all about Sargie's nephew, Garth, and his new bride, Courtney's, wedding. The bride looked beautiful and Garth, a police officer, looked downright debonair.

We drove to Mel and Macrea's before the wedding to help dress Grady. There was some question about buttons and other formal paraphernalia.

We found Hambone taking on fuel in the form of a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, sporting his jammies and showing off his brand new boots.

Sargie's son, Cale, and Grady

 Other than the bride and groom, Aubrey and Grady were the real rockstars of the ceremony.

I asked Grady before the wedding if he were the ring bearer. Exhaling a huge sigh and gently shaking his head back and forth, he replied, "No Pawpaw, I'm Sign Boy."

The weight of the world lay firmly on Hambone's shoulders.

As always, pictures can say it better than I write.

The wedding was held at the base of our local ski hill. You can see the chair lifts in the background.

Sasha gave the reading

Grandma Sargie, also a rock star of a different generation, supplied Sign Boy with S'more animal crackers to keep him occupied during the ceremony. It worked. He was good as gold.

Macrea was one of the groomsmen

Sister-in-law, Nancy, preparing to model this season's ski wear

Mel, Grady, Macrea

 After the ceremony, the family traveled to Holly and Ross's for a fun time on their deck while waiting for the reception/dinner/dance later in the afternoon.

Sister's-in-law, Debbie and Jeanne

The food at the wedding reception was out of this world. I enjoyed a huge pork loin chop, Sargie had salmon. Both were excellent.

I have no idea how many hundred people were in attendance, but they filled two banquet rooms and more.

There was a lot of finger-pointing going on at our table

With the toasts and speeches given and dinner eaten, it was time to dance!

Sargie and I danced for quite a while and as the evening wore on, I began to wear out. I told Sargie to dance the night away. It appeared that she and sister-in-law, Tricia, weren't letting any grass grow under their feet on the dance floor. 

Meanwhile I found cooler and quieter climes downstairs in the sports bar where a Packers preseason game just happened to be on television. 

We left late in the evening, laughing and talking, but hot and tired. It was time to go home.

Sargie's still sound asleep upstairs, somewhere I should probably be. As usual, my internal alarm clock sounded this morning at 5 AM. I tried to go back to sleep for over two hours, but it wasn't to be.

We have no plans for today. The house is clean, the laundry is done. No doubt we'll take our drive, sip a Coke, and stop at the deli for fried chicken.

Other than that, I believe there might be an afternoon nap in my future.

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

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