July

Happy Birthday, Macrea.
We gathered for a surprise birthday dinner at our local Mexican restaurant Friday evening. Hambone wasn't slow helping his daddy celebrate.

July 13, 2018 - Friday evening

72 degrees/clear skies/calm winds

Pentoga Road

We just arrived home from Iron Mountain after having a great Mexican dinner and celebrating Macrea's 29th birthday. This year he can claim to be 29 and not be lying.

l to r - Alex, Sasha, Mel, Cale, Grady, Macrea, Sargie

Earlier in the day, Neighbor Mike, Jambo, asked if I wanted to go fishing. Why not? We decided to go in an hour after Mike ate breakfast and I picked some green beans to take to the neighbor whose husband recently passed away.

It was the first picking of the year and she was extremely grateful. I told her we'd keep her in vegetables for as long as they produce.

Mike and I did okay this morning. In search of big bluegills, we finished with a mixed basket of fish.

Neighbor Mike did quite well catching some of everything.

He definitely scored by catching this good-sized largemouth bass.

Jambo didn't want any of the fish, so I cleaned quite a basketful once we arrived home. They'll be mighty tasty at our next fish fry.

A nice smallmouth bass weighing several pounds

I cleaned in the shop for a while this afternoon before coming in and relaxing, another way of saying I took a nap. After being out on the water all morning, it felt good.

Five o'clock came and I left for Iron Mountain to pick up Sargie at the Vision Center and continue on for Macrea's surprise birthday supper.

We had so much fun talking, laughing, and catching up on family news.

The best part was when the waiter brought out sombreros for Macrea and Grady to wear while we sang Happy Birthday.

After, as is tradition, both received a bit of frosting on their faces.

The gathering broke up soon after dinner and it wasn't long before Sargie and I were on our way back to Pentoga Road.

Sargie opens the Vision Center in the morning. I'll ride back with her to run a few errands and then drive the Blazer back home.

I'm not sure what all is on tomorrow's agenda. The lawn needs mowing and there are two or three things I'd like to do in the shop. No doubt, there'll be more green beans to pick. It never ends.

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

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...