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| Andy and Ivy |
14 degrees/sunny/calm winds
Pentoga Road
A big Happy Birthday goes out to my little guy, Andy. He sent the above picture and video below of him and Ivy playing.
Andy made Ivy a "big girl bed" this past week. He's also made her a dresser and toy box/book case in the past.
Sargie seldom drinks, but ordered something that tasted like a German chocolate cake. I'm not certain she got very much after passing it around for everyone to taste.
Me? I pulled out all the stops and got wild and out of control by ordering a Coke WITH maraschino cherries. When it comes to drinking, I'm a loose canon.
Our meal was outstanding.
Sargie had some type of Alfredo dish. I enjoyed a large cut of prime rib and didn't hear complaints from anyone.
A storm blew in Saturday night and we awakened to several inches of wet snow and ice Sunday morning.
I tried to start the Blazer to melt the ice from the windshield and it acted like it was flooded and refused to fire. No amount of coaxing could get my Alaskan beast to start.
Nancy's husband, Ron, asked if he could try. Ron's sold cars for many years and as he said, sometimes a different person sitting in the driver's seat can make a difference.
It did! Ron had the magic touch and the Blazer was soon purring. It seemed to be a consensus that there was moisture in the fuel and after pouring in a can of HEAT, the Blazer has started and run perfectly since.
We came home to another eight inches of blowing snow on Sunday. I had to park the car out towards the road until the drive could be cleared. Sargie came on in and did her thing while I plowed the drive.
The rest of the day was a lazy one. Sargie did some laundry and found time to make a big pot of wild rice/chicken soup. I spent most the day just fiddling around, carrying in wood and accomplishing little.
Sargie's off today. After a blustery and chilly Sunday, today's supposed to be relatively calm and downright warm with a high of 43 degrees forecast. I'm going to clean up the drive so it will melt down to the pavement and no doubt, will go for a walk at some point. Otherwise, I'll let Sargie call the shots.
After all, a man's work is never done.
So are the tales from Pentoga Road...
Once again, happy birthday son. Sargie and I love you.
Our Milligan Sister Winterfest was a good one and everyone hated to see it end. Saturday night, we gathered at the Log Cabin in Gladstone.
Me? I pulled out all the stops and got wild and out of control by ordering a Coke WITH maraschino cherries. When it comes to drinking, I'm a loose canon.
Our meal was outstanding.
Sargie had some type of Alfredo dish. I enjoyed a large cut of prime rib and didn't hear complaints from anyone.
A storm blew in Saturday night and we awakened to several inches of wet snow and ice Sunday morning.
I tried to start the Blazer to melt the ice from the windshield and it acted like it was flooded and refused to fire. No amount of coaxing could get my Alaskan beast to start.
Nancy's husband, Ron, asked if he could try. Ron's sold cars for many years and as he said, sometimes a different person sitting in the driver's seat can make a difference.
It did! Ron had the magic touch and the Blazer was soon purring. It seemed to be a consensus that there was moisture in the fuel and after pouring in a can of HEAT, the Blazer has started and run perfectly since.
We came home to another eight inches of blowing snow on Sunday. I had to park the car out towards the road until the drive could be cleared. Sargie came on in and did her thing while I plowed the drive.
The rest of the day was a lazy one. Sargie did some laundry and found time to make a big pot of wild rice/chicken soup. I spent most the day just fiddling around, carrying in wood and accomplishing little.
Sargie's off today. After a blustery and chilly Sunday, today's supposed to be relatively calm and downright warm with a high of 43 degrees forecast. I'm going to clean up the drive so it will melt down to the pavement and no doubt, will go for a walk at some point. Otherwise, I'll let Sargie call the shots.
After all, a man's work is never done.
So are the tales from Pentoga Road...
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| Donnie, Boyd, me, Ross Nephew Taylor sent over ball caps for his uncles. "The Asphalt Doctor," Taylor supervises a crew and is an estimator for a local paving company. |
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