My oldest grandbaby is growing up. Daughter in law, Melinda, and Abigail recently enjoyed a girl's weekend.

December 9, 2017 - Saturday

16 degrees/partly cloudy/calm winds

Pentoga Road

Luke sent the above picture lamenting that his little girl isn't so little anymore. It just doesn't seem right and I agree. If Grandpa had his way,  Abigail would remain a child for the next twenty or thirty years and only after would we negotiate whether we'd let her grow up. 

Seems that Friday was a tough one for Mississippi Brother Garry and Miss Jody. As Garry said, "Mississippi is closed."

They lost all power early Friday morning and it was still off as of last night. Garry said that everything was coated with freezing rain under several inches of snow. Two large branches broke off and fell in his yard yesterday while we were talking.

Garry and Miss Jody live in southern Mississippi, just over an hour north of the Gulf.

Meanwhile, Aunt Joanne sent this picture taken from her apartment window just outside of Atlanta, Georgia. She said their area received well over four inches of snow with more falling.

I doubt the deep south will be on Al Gore's Global Warming lecture series in the near future.

We weren't without our own snowfall, even if it was a paltry three or four inches. More fell overnight.

The snow quit by mid afternoon, the perfect excuse to take a break from the shop and plow the drive.

As luck would have it, as soon as I was finished and the four wheeler put away, the snow began falling again.

Most the day was spent making a snowman of the wooden variety.

I once again cut a piece from a fence post.

Soft pine, it's easy to turn and even easier to shape and work with.

I didn't make a bowl from the head this time, but did turn the body and hat from the same piece.

During a break from the lathe, I decided to paint the body and draw the face. I enjoy using my imagination to give the snowman some type of personality.

Hmm, I'm going to have to do something about that nose. His face is still a work in progress, but it's a start.

I decided to give the snowman some arms and feet. Once again, I found a piece of scrap 2x2 and turned what was needed. In fact, this one was in the kindling box bound for the wood stove.



By late afternoon, both were attached and after this picture was taken, putty was applied and sanded.



Mr. Snowman is ready to be painted. I'm hoping he'll be finished by tonight.

We met Yooper Brother Mark and Sheri for supper last night. The food was good, the company the best. 



Sargie closes tonight, the last before her one week vacation begins on Sunday. We're both excited that we'll have seven whole days in which to be together. Sargie's birthday is this coming Wednesday and we'll be leaving bright and early on Thursday for Indiana to pick up Mom for the holidays. 

I'm heading to the shop pretty soon. Christmas is coming, the goose is getting fat and so am I for that matter, but there are still presents to be made.

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

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...

Garry sent a picture of this beautiful pecan bowl he turned. As I keep saying, I want to be like him when I grow up.
Beautiful, absolutely gorgeous.