July 26, 2018 - Thursday morning
53 degrees/clear skies/calm winds
Pentoga Road

I was proud of Hambone yesterday. The kid can fall down, scrape both knees, bang his head, and a hundred other things and never once whimper, but let an ant or some other teeny creepy thing cross his path and he comes unglued.

There was a big ol' grasshopper in the pool swimming around. I snatched the locust off the surface and after showing my mini shadow that he was harmless, Hambone agreed to hold him. Sure enough, they parted as friends a few minutes later.

Most of Wednesday was spent playing around the yard and house. Hambone learned how to play baseball using a kick ball and he, Grandma Sargie, and I, had a pretty exciting time learning a few baseball terms such as: "batter up, it's a kick and a miss," and so forth. Running the bases was a bit more challenging, but with Grandma Sargie pointing him in the right direction, Grady finally got it. He also learned what being thrown out means. That wasn't nearly as much fun. 

We made a trip to town to run a few errands and later at home, grazed in the blueberry patch. 

Grady helped as we emptied the pool and put it away.



It was just an all-round quiet day.

Macrea stopped by later in the afternoon. We enjoyed hamburgers done on the grill before he and Hambone left for home.

A passing storm dropped another 1.2 inches of rain last night. It continues to be an almost perfect gardening summer. 

Sargie has a beautician's appointment this morning in Iron Mountain. I'll go with and have the oil changed in the Kia while waiting for my bride to be beautified. We'll pick up the Blazer in Iron River this afternoon and no doubt, Sargie will have a few things she wants to do around here in preparation for work tomorrow.

It's finally light enough that I can head down to the garden for my morning horticultural fix. Somehow, the coffee always tastes just a bit better if I'm sitting on the bench by the garden pond watching the sun come up.

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

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...

There's no better breakfast than peanut butter and jelly on toast (and the face and hands) washed down with cold milk while watching cartoons.