... and there goes Grandson Wyatt!
Another puzzle was finished Friday

November 18, 2017 - Saturday

34 degrees/rain/fog

Pentoga Road

It's a down and dirty writing this AM. I'm running a bit late and will be riding back to Iron Mountain with Sargie later. There'll be no philosophizing, deep thoughts, or making fun of Al Gore about global warming. Uh-uh, it's all business for the next fifteen minutes.

After a wet walk, Friday was spent back in the shop carving and attaching the turkey wings.

The turkey's feet, meant to be oddly out of shape and ugly were deemed too large, so I cut and carved those down. We'll see. This whole thing could still end up in the wood stove.

I enjoyed my time working on Wyatt's puzzle. I have been so unsure what to give the grandbabies for Christmas. When I decided to make each puzzle, I'd concentrate on thinking about that particular grandchild, have some Grandpa to grandchild together time, even if it is only spiritual. I think it's the best, considering the distance, to give each a gift of my undivided attention and thoughts while working on their puzzles. 

I'm a lousy grandpa. I forget birthdays and seldom get to see the babies. I hate they are growing up knowing Grandpa and Grandma Sargie as names more than real people. 

Hopefully, someday, when they are grown, I'll be remembered as the grandpa who took the time to make them special gifts because he loved each deeply.

I left late Friday afternoon for Iron Mountain. There were weather advisories issued and I didn't want Sargie driving home last night in the dark by herself.

Arriving in town early, I stopped by Holly and Ross's where we had a great conversation. Our few minutes together went entirely too fast and it was soon time to meet my bride.

Sargie and I made our way home in good shape and spent last night in our usual manner, talking and watching tv.

My favorite optician in the world has a long long day ahead. Opening at 9 this morning, Sargie will be at the Vision Center all day and close tonight, eleven hours of nonstop eyes. To make matters worse, she works on Sunday from noon until closing.

I'm planning on my usual routine today. Hopefully, another another puzzle will be finished and of course, there's that turkey. Could this be the day I can finally kiss that bird goodbye? 

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

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...

Looks who's knee deep in snow in Wyoming.
It's Isabella!