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| Grandbabies and their cousins left to right - Emerson, Bennet, two cousins, and Ivy |
55 degrees/clear skies/calm winds
Pentoga Road
Matt, Jessica, and Andy got together not long ago in northern Maine for a family gathering where Jessica's sister's daughters, plus Em, Ben, and Ivy, went for a wagon ride. It's a good picture of all of them.
Andy also sent this picture of Ivy. I'm know I'm biased, but like all my other granddaughters, she's a cutie pie.
It's a good thing we don't live closer or Ivy would have Grandpa wrapped around her little finger... two or three times.
Friday began with a quick trip to the lumber yard for some needed supplies. After, I gathered my courage and ventured onto the roof of the garden house to nail down the plywood.
The ladder with the homemade hooks worked great and it didn't take very long to finish.
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| I told Sargie it's too bad the pond isn't closer. In my younger years, I'd have taken the plunge from the roof of the garden house. |
There's something nerve wracking about putting one's entire weight on a dangling ladder, but once I got used to it, it wasn't so bad.
The carpeting on the steps going up to our bedroom was dirty. I don't know who the character is that tracks dirt in the house, but he certainly made a mess in the stairway. I used the carpet shampooer and was able to scrub the steps. Thankfully, the carpet came out looking much better.
Much of the day was spent washing the living room windows. Poor Hambone wanted to help, so we gave him the title of Gofer Boy... as in go for this and go for that.
Rockin' out to AC/DC, he had several jobs, Spray Boy, Scrub Boy, Paper Towel Boy, Vacuum Boy, etc. etc. He answered to all the above and was kept busy running one thing or the other to either Sargie or me.
In the end, Grady got to solo all by himself on the back door window.
I went outside to lay felt underlayment on the garden house roof before installing the metal sheets. My shadow was right behind trying to decide whether to go swimming or build a castle in the dirt.
Regardless of what he does, if he's in the garden area, he's required to wear a life jacket and have a big person with him. Failure to do either gets him banned from the pond/garden vicinity until he's at least 21 years old.
We leave a PFD (personal floatation device) hanging on a steel fence post and Grady got into the habit of putting it on each time he went outside.
He spent quite a bit of time building his castle from rocks, clay, and scrap 2x4's.
Tiring of that, he headed to the pond and kept Grandma Sargie entertained.
With plenty of clouds overhead and the thermometer refusing to budge from the low to mid 60's, the boy was impervious to the cold water.
Grandma Sargie was freezing, but Hambone was comfortable.
I later needed a bit of help stretching the underlayment onto the roof. As usual, it was Sargie to the rescue.
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| A real construction babe! |
It's bed time. Yooper Brother Mark said he was going to try to come out early Saturday morning so we can finish the roof of the garden house. After, I want to install the last windows in the west wall and continue putting 4x8 sheets of OSB particle board on the exterior walls. Remember all those pallets I removed the boards from last winter? Those boards will be applied over the OSB as a rustic, quant, exterior siding.
The garden house is coming, slowly but surely.
It's time for bed.
After all, a man's work is never done.
So are the tales from Pentoga Road...
Oh.my.goodness. That pic!! Sargie looks like Barbie Blaze but oh myyyyyyyyy. Maybe you will be the motivation I needed--a picture tells 1,000 words after all! Was great to see you both, as always. Really missing our gal but glad you have so much more of her now! Love you both--better run--a woman's work is never done! (SEE what I did there?!)(Har.)
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