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| Aubrey, Brielle, Marley, Hambone It may have been raining, but that didn't stop Uncle Ron from taking the Milligan Munchkins for a ride around Milligan Mountain. |
48 degrees/cloudy/soppin' wet
Pentoga Road
I'm disappointed in the pictures I took at the Mighty Milligan gathering yesterday. It was raining so hard, the conditions were less than perfect, and we were gathered close together. Oh well, no one allowed the inclement weather to deter them from having fun.
Excitement is growing over the upcoming birth of the newest member of the Milligan clan. Sasha and Alex's baby, a girl, is due in the next few days, but neither she or Alex will divulge what her name will be. I've been calling her Ethel Mae, but yesterday's top guess was Dixie Lee.
Poor Sasha could do nothing other than sit, smile, and occasionally roll her eyes. No matter how horrible the improvised names became, she wouldn't crack. I guess we'll just have to wait until Ethel Mae is born to find out what she'll be called for the rest of her life. Other popular names from well meaning aunts and uncles included Bertha and Lindy Lou. I'm sticking with Ethel Mae.
Nancy and Ron are great hosts. Everyone brought food and no one let the driving rain interfere with a good time.
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| Little Lincoln was having a hard time keeping awake |
The food was out of this world. Sasha's desserts were, by far, the family favorites. She made a pan of bars that were delicious and everyone raved about her patriotic pudding/cake combo.
I'm not at all sure how Alex stays so fit. If I were married Sasha, I'd be bigger around than I am tall.
There was a bottle of Trump wine from which the President was toasted. It was fitting on a national holiday.
As with all good Milligan gatherings, the day flew by and it was soon time to head home. Goodbyes were said along with hugs and kisses.
Last night was a quiet one. Sargie and I snuggled up on the couch and watched a couple of periods of the first game of the Stanley Cup finals. The Bruins beat St. Louis, 4-2.
I think the Blues left their offense in the Gateway City.
It's too wet today to do anything outdoors. Our rain gauge was tilted when I checked the amount, but I'd bet my next pension check that we received close to two inches, quite possibly more.
There's a project in the shop to finish. With a completion deadline of June 4th, I think I'll try to get it done today.
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| The fairy planter was finally finished and adorned with a four inch clay pot containing a simple violet. |
Otherwise, I think Sargie and I will go in search for the rest of our bedding plants that are needed to complete this summer's flowers and garden goodies. I'm only putting a half dozen tomato plants and that many peppers in the ground. In fact, I'm not really pretending to have a garden this year. The pond is taking first priority. If we run low on a certain vegetable, I'll raid Jambo's garden.
It's time to shake, rattle, and roll... or failing that, turn on the heat in the shop.
After all, a man's work is never done.
So are the tales from Pentoga Road...
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