Tales from Pentoga

Monday, December 24, 2018

There's over 91 years of deep thoughts going through Mom's head while staring into the fire

December 24, 2018 - Christmas Eve

20 degrees/cloudy/calm winds

Pentoga Road

I planned on writing a Christmas letter and posting it today, but time is dictating that it may come a bit later. There's a drive that needs plowing, a present in the shop that requires a few finishing touches, a trip to Iron River, then to Crystal Falls for errands, get Mom to the beauty shop for an afternoon hair appointment, then onto Foster City for the annual Milligan Christmas Eve gathering late this afternoon. Whew, I'm tired before the day even begins and I've barely taken a sip from my first cup of coffee.

Though there was a bit of snow on the ground previously, the three inches that fell yesterday made our world look like... well, like Christmas.

Carl, the Weatherman, says we're in for some more significant precipitation beginning on Wednesday. Guess we can't complain, snowfall has been at a minimum so far this winter.

I spent most of Sunday in the shop and finally made some real progress. I should be able to move out of the shop and back into the house later today.

We were pleasantly surprised last evening when Yooper Brother Mark and Sheri stopped by for a visit.

We exchanged gifts and had a wonderful conversation.

The greatest present from Mark and Sheri is too large to wrap or place in a box. It's called love and friendship, the best gift of all.

Who's that guy schmoozing up to my mama?

I'm going to wrap this up (no pun intended) and head outside to plow the drive while the shop is warming up. You already know the agenda for the rest of the day.

I'll end by saying Merry Christmas Eve. It's my intention to be back in the wee hours of Christmas morning, just after Santa has visited and well before anyone else is awake. It's my favorite time of the day when I can share my most special holiday thoughts with friends everywhere.... you.