Hard to believe that Hambone is now five years old

May 19, 2019 - Sunday morning

40 degrees/heavy clouds/heavy rain

Pentoga Road

Ever notice how little munchkins are in such a hurry to grow up? For the past couple of months, Hambone's been telling everyone that he was four and three quarters years old. It's as if by adding the three quarters, it would make five arrive that much quicker. 

Not quite as eager as my grandson, it wouldn't hurt my feelings if time slowed down just a bit. Once I hit sixty five and went on Medicare, counting years seemed frivolous. In fact, I often forget my exact age and usually say I'm on the down hill slide towards seventy.

I love where I'm at in life. In fact, if given the choice, I wouldn't trade the downhill slide towards seventy for being a mere five years old. Truth be known, I no longer have the energy to be that young.

As Mississippi Garry would say in his deep southern twang, "Close 'nuff."

Despite the rain and cold temperatures, Grady had a good birthday party on Saturday.

There were thousands, maybe millions, of four and five year olds, all fueled on sugar and adrenaline.

Probably the high point of the day was watching the little ones swing at the piñata. 

Hambone at bat

I'm not sure who had more fun, the grandparents, mommies and daddies, or the babies.

It finally took a big swing by Uncle Cale to free the candy before the munchkins swarmed in.

 Presents were opened and Happy Birthday was sung. Mel outdid herself in the cooking department and had the most wonderful Mexican food. Most people went back for seconds and a few for thirds. The cake she baked was also delicious.

With hugs and kisses, we made our way back to Pentoga Road later in the afternoon. We can check another Hambone birthday party off the list for another year.

Luke sent a picture of his lovely bride, Melinda. Seems the kids were out playing in the mud on Saturday.

Melinda's the head nurse for a group of doctor's at Maine Med specializing in preemie and difficult prenatal care. When it comes to natal healthcare, my daughter-in-law is a heavy hitter. I'm told people fly in from all over the world to this group of specialists and Melinda's in the middle of it all, directing patients, nurses, and doctors.

Luke also sent a picture of Coleman on a new (to him) trick bike they recently purchased on Craigslist.

I had to look twice to remember it's Coleman on the bike, not Luke. Many years ago, his father purchased a similar bike and went through a phase of doing tricks and otherwise trying to kill himself in the process.

Aunt Joanne sent a picture of her new puppy, Killer.

She's been at a loss since her longtime companion and pooch, Schamz, passed away. Killer sure looks ferocious. 

That's about all there is from the middle of the continent. I'm going to head out to the shop and work on a carved name. With the heavy rain hitting the metal roof overhead, there's no reason in the world why Sargie shouldn't sleep as long as she wants this morning. The girl has been busy this past week working in the yard and around the house. She deserves a lazy day. 

If the rain continues to come down so hard, I doubt we'll take much of a ride this afternoon, but conditions are perfect for taking a long afternoon nap.

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

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...

Sargie and niece, Sasha
Sasha's due in thirteen more days. She and Alex have divulged it's going to be a girl, but both have refused to reveal the baby's name, so in the meantime, we're calling her Ethel Mae.