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| Cody, Graham, and Katie |
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Pentoga Road
It's an eerily dark and quiet morning outside our windows. Actually, the weather is more that of Thanksgiving than the week after Halloween.
I saw where areas just to the north of us received over seven inches of snow yesterday. Thankfully, it missed us. Our winter is long enough as it is without an early snowfall.
Katie and the boys arrived mid Tuesday morning. We had a wonderful visit, catching up, laughing, and playing with the boys. I brought in some of Grady's old toys and between those and cartoons, the boys kept busy while we talked.
Since Katie had mentioned earlier that missing their usual 1 PM nap time might create a couple of unhappy boys, we decided on an early lunch of Happy Meals, burgers, fries, milk, and Cokes.
Once again, we talked all the way through lunch. The guys were just as polite and good as they could be. I was impressed.
As we were finishing, Cody looked up at me and said, "Mr. Tom, thank you for lunch."
He said it on his own, no prompting from Mama, no nuthin' but good old fashioned manners.
It's good to see that yes please's and no thank you's are still being taught in the home.
Mama and the crew left for Iron Mountain shortly after lunch. I climbed the steps to our bedroom and began exchanging my summer clothes with those for winter, two totes worth.
I have too many clothes and have accumulated t shirts beyond belief. My problem lies in that I wear the same six or eight shirts all summer long. As Sargie says, there's no reason to ruin a perfectly good one when I can wear a clean old shirt, especially when painting, playing in the dirt, or snagging one with nails while building something or the other.
That's true, but there's one problem. The Bargain Fairy keeps adding a new shirt every now and then, especially when she finds them on sale or sitting on a clearance table.
The majority of the shirts I folded Tuesday afternoon were never worn this past summer. I think it's time to make a donation to Good Will.
Another dilemma is that I have my favorite clothes, pants and shirts that just seem to fit.
There-in lies the difference between men and women.
Most women seem to choose clothing for the way it looks. Men prefer their's to feel good. If their duds also happen to look passable, then so much the better. If not, tough.
Give me a pair of faded, well worn, blue jeans and a ratty looking soft t shirt any ol' day. I don't care what they look like, they just feel good.
It never fails. Just as we are getting ready to go to town, Sargie says, "You're not going to wear those clothes, are you?"
Mama didn't have no dummy. I generally run upstairs, two steps at a time, and change into something she thinks is more appropriate.
Over two hours passed yesterday afternoon before the summer/winter clothes exchange was complete. My closet is now winter-ready. Let 'er snow!
The last two hours of the afternoon were spent in the shop finishing the Christmas chipmunk. The little rodent is now ready to shape and paint.
Sargie had a good day at the eye clinic and said the day flew by.
Tuesday night was a quiet one. Sargie made a big bowl of cooked apples, complete with cinnamon, sugar, and maple syrup. Basically, it's hot apple pie filling over ice cream.
I don't need to tell you how good that is.
I started a fire in the outside wood furnace a while ago and the shop ought to be warm by now. No doubt, Sargie will join me later this morning and we'll spend a good part of the day being creative. The chipmunk is ready to shape, sand, and paint, and there's a hickory blank waiting to be turned into a bowl. I believe Sargie's elephant puzzle is ready to paint.
It looks to be a busy day.
After all, a man's work, and that of his bride, is never done.
So are the tales from Pentoga Road...
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