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| Look what the cat dragged in late Saturday morning |
38 degrees/FOGGY/calm winds
Pentoga Road
Today's weather conditions remind me of a time when I lived in Sitka. I'd been out for several days on the boat, anchoring each night in one far away bay or the other. It was clear and beautiful the night before my scheduled departure.
I awakened the next morning to fog so thick that I could barely see the bow of the boat from the cabin.
I awakened the next morning to fog so thick that I could barely see the bow of the boat from the cabin.
Four hours later, as if by magic, the mouth of the harbor opened before me.
Since that time, I've referred to extremely foggy mornings as Sitka days.
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| ... and people ask why I miss Alaska |
Today is definitely one of them!
I'd just finished my morning walk and had come in from the shop when Macrea called, saying they thought they'd come over for the day. With rain falling, it was the perfect day for a good visit, especially when Hambone is included.
We went out for a late lunch and spent the rest of the day either goofing around or watching a movie. Since Hambone didn't like our taste in cinema viewing, he opted to watch one of his own.
What goes with a good movie? Why, popcorn, of course! I performed a bit of my culinary magic and made copious amounts for everyone.
Grady is so proud to show us some of his new physical skills. As an almost-five year-old, he's still discovering what his body is capable of. Naturally, not to be outdone, Pawpaw had to match him and then one-up the poor kid.
Unfortunately, Pawpaw occasionally forgets that he's on the downhill slide towards 70 and no longer a spring chicken.
There's a head stand in there somewhere.
With popcorn eaten, headstands attempted, and movies watched, the day drew to an end. We asked if Hambone might spend the night, so poor Daddy went home alone. The last I heard, he and poor Mommy were planning on suffering by spending a big person's night out.
We played math games last night on the computer, watched the movie Boss Baby, and had a good time.
Poor Grady's had something similar to the croup and has to take treatments every four hours.
The boy inhales the medicated steam like a trooper then is ready to hit the floor running again.
Grandma Sargie will drop Hambone off in Iron Mountain on her way to work this morning. She works from noon until five. I'm going to go for my usual stroll then head out to the barn and finish nailing the front wall of the garden house. It's laid out on the floor and hopefully, if my measurements are correct, it should go together without too many problems. Other than that, I'll work on the St. Bernard. It's two pieces short of being ready to paint. Should all that be accomplished and there's still time, well, there's always the mandatory Sunday afternoon Grandpa nap.
The snow's disappearing at a rapid rate and I'm growing anxious to begin work on the new garden pond. Best case scenario, it will be two to three weeks, probably more, before any digging can begin.
It's time to think about breakfast and getting this day on the road.
After all, a man's work is never done.
So are the tales from Pentoga Road...
I'd just finished my morning walk and had come in from the shop when Macrea called, saying they thought they'd come over for the day. With rain falling, it was the perfect day for a good visit, especially when Hambone is included.
We went out for a late lunch and spent the rest of the day either goofing around or watching a movie. Since Hambone didn't like our taste in cinema viewing, he opted to watch one of his own.
Grady is so proud to show us some of his new physical skills. As an almost-five year-old, he's still discovering what his body is capable of. Naturally, not to be outdone, Pawpaw had to match him and then one-up the poor kid.
Unfortunately, Pawpaw occasionally forgets that he's on the downhill slide towards 70 and no longer a spring chicken.
There's a head stand in there somewhere.
With popcorn eaten, headstands attempted, and movies watched, the day drew to an end. We asked if Hambone might spend the night, so poor Daddy went home alone. The last I heard, he and poor Mommy were planning on suffering by spending a big person's night out.
We played math games last night on the computer, watched the movie Boss Baby, and had a good time.
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| Yep, he's still Pawpaw's boy. |
The boy inhales the medicated steam like a trooper then is ready to hit the floor running again.
Grandma Sargie will drop Hambone off in Iron Mountain on her way to work this morning. She works from noon until five. I'm going to go for my usual stroll then head out to the barn and finish nailing the front wall of the garden house. It's laid out on the floor and hopefully, if my measurements are correct, it should go together without too many problems. Other than that, I'll work on the St. Bernard. It's two pieces short of being ready to paint. Should all that be accomplished and there's still time, well, there's always the mandatory Sunday afternoon Grandpa nap.
The snow's disappearing at a rapid rate and I'm growing anxious to begin work on the new garden pond. Best case scenario, it will be two to three weeks, probably more, before any digging can begin.
It's time to think about breakfast and getting this day on the road.
After all, a man's work is never done.
So are the tales from Pentoga Road...
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