Crystal Lake
Brother-in-law, Ross, sent this beautiful picture Friday morning taken from their back deck.

October 13, 2018 - Saturday morning
24 degrees/high overcast/calm winds
Pentoga Road

First things first. Mom came through her procedure yesterday with flying colors. Would we expect anything less from that ninety-one year old dynamo who I call my Mama?

I'm told that once the device was threaded through her arteries into her heart, it was decided that the partial blockage could best be treated with meds. I just got off the phone with Mom and confined to her apartment until Sunday, she seemed somewhat bored. Mama has another twenty-four hours before she'll be free to lead her girl gang in terrorizing their senior complex.

Sargie, my hot chick Uber driver, will be taking me to the Iron Mountain airport later this morning so I can catch my 1 PM flight to Boston via Minneapolis. It will be late this evening before I see Bean Town. Matt says he'll be there to pick me up. If he's not, I'll just find a vacant cardboard box and steam grate to call home until he arrives.

Friday morning was spent doing various chores so Sargie doesn't have to worry about the maintenance side of life while I'm gone.

It was cold and windy and a miserable day to clean the filters in the garden pond. Still, they had to be done before I left.



I figured as long as I was cold and wet, I might as well carry the fifty gallon tote to the basement and fill it with water. The fish will stay outside until I get back, but the hardest part is over. With the water temperature dropping, the goldfish are more becoming more sluggish, making them much easier to net.



Problem is, I'm not sure they'll all fit in one fifty gallon tote as many have doubled in size this past summer. Oh well, I'll worry about that when the time comes.

The afternoon was spent in the shop, mostly cleaning, but I did make a carved name for my youngest grandson, Westley.



With any luck at all, I should be blowing belly bubbles on his chubby little tummy in less than twenty four hours. I also warned Emerson and Bennet that Grandpa is bringing a pair of tickle bugs, one for each of them! 

So, we have one bubble belly monster and two tickle bugs. Sounds like an action-packed time to me.

I better close and get a few things thrown in the carry-on. At $30 per checked bag, I can purchase anything I might need at Walmart and leave it behind for less money than paying baggage fees. Plus, the sons and I all wear approximately the same size, give or take an inch or two. How convenient.

It's time to get Sargie up and going. She's going to give me the boot at the airport then make her way to Hambone's for the day. Meanwhile, it's time to pack and get ready to see my little guys, all four of them.

They may be all grown up and have families of their own, but they'll always be my little guys. 

That's why they call me Dad.

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

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...