Shhh, don't bother me. I'm busy.

August 8, 2018 - Wednesday

61 degrees/foggy/calm winds

Pentoga Road

I'm not sure busy is the correct word to describe Tuesday's activities on Pentoga Road. Active might be more appropriate. Whatever it was, there was nonstop action and we had a lot of fun.

Grandma Sargie looked at the following pictures last night and said I should include this one, then that one, and ".... oh, isn't that cute!" So, I'll include more than I normally would from yesterday's activities. 

Many are photos that only a grandma might appreciate, so bear with me.

Hambone completed his first hot pad Tuesday morning. It's a gift for his mama. (We didn't have any lightweight jammies, so he's wearing one of Grandma Sargie's old tops.)

From potholders to being a Super Hero, it was a Flash vs. Pawpaw the Claw match in the living room.

  

As is usually the case, good triumphed over evil and The Flash was victorious.

Some popple trees have blown over in the past couple of years, so we gathered all the equipment needed and headed to the woods.

Hambone was big stuff wearing ear protectors just like Pawpaw. Unlike Pawpaw, he had to either be sitting on the tractor or the four-wheeler while the power saw was being used.

I'd cut the tree and limb it, then we'd pull the trunk out of the woods to saw into pieces.

Hambone became Bucket Boy. He'd sit on the tractor and raise and lower the front end loader when needed and saved Pawpaw many trips back and forth to the controls.

The job is made more difficult when the operator can't see over the frame.

Break time arrived and with it came a green apple plucked from a nearby tree. A man can't work on an empty belly, you know.

It was early afternoon before we'd finished the two trees and called a halt to our lumbering chores.

From working up lumber came working WITH lumber. Hambone wanted to make something, so out came the hammer, scrap wood, and ONE nail. 

Working in the drive, we keep real close track of where that nail is at all times so it doesn't end up in a tire of one of the vehicles.

I sneaked down to the garden for my daily fix and was happy at what I saw. We could use a bit of shower, but all in all, everything's looking good.

A Goliath kohlrabi

A quick trip to town for errands and our usual ride around the area came next. We were barely out of the drive before Hambone fell asleep in his car seat. He woke almost two hours later after we'd arrived back home. 

Fishing? Why not! We attached the boat trailer to the Blazer and away we went.

Suffice to say, after catching a few thousand three and four inch bluegills, Hambone was pronounced KING OF THE BLUEGILLS.

Catching bluegills takes its toll on a fisherman. There are times a guy needs to take a break and enjoy a snack.

Not to be outdone, The Crappie Queen maintained her title by landing some nice crappies. This one was pushing fourteen inches. 

Meanwhile, poor, poor, Pawpaw didn't fare so well. 

It was a tired Hambone who went to bed last night. Grandma Sargie and Pawpaw followed soon after. I don't believe anyone had a difficult time falling asleep.

I'm not certain what this morning will bring. Sargie has a doctor's appointment this afternoon in Iron Mountain. We'll go to that then bid Hambone farewell as we give him back to his mama. Macrea is out of town for meetings.

Oops, I hear Hambone upstairs talking to his Grandma Sargie. I think I'll get this uploaded before the two-legged tornado hits the top of the steps. After that, all bets are off.

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

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...