Look who was enjoying her birthday cake even before it was  baked!

December 14, 2019 - Saturday morning

22 degrees/cloudy/calm winds

Pentoga Road

I'm running a day late and a dollar short this morning. Seems between getting out of bed later than usual and watching a Santa movie on Netflix with Hambone, my fingers are being somewhat lackadaisical. 

Friday was a fun, but busy, day on Pentoga Road. While the birthday girl was sleeping in, I hopped aboard the four wheeler and finished plowing Jambo's and our drive.

I'd cleaned off the grill before the last snowstorm

I pushed back the banks as far as possible to make room for future snow. The way this year's going, we're liable to be driving down a tunnel by next May.

The electric broom really comes in handy for cleaning off the back deck. A mini snowblower, it sure beats the heck out of shoveling.

Sargie was up and around and ready to open her birthday presents.

She got all kinds of goodies, a Nativity, a floor length robe, candies of all kinds (including a two pound nut roll, and a new clock.

Neighbor Sue called saying her satellite television reception wasn't working. All alone with only a television and BB the Cat to keep her company, I hopped back on the four wheeler and zoomed up the road.

I cleared away heavily laden branches from in front of the dish, knocked any snow away, and cleared part of the large plowed snowbank that could have been blocking a direct link with an overhead satellite.

Neighbor Mike visited a couple of times on Friday as he and Germaine were down from Marquette to harvest a couple of Christmas trees. As always, it was good to see my good buddy.

Jambo came bearing presents, a loaf of povatica, a Croatian bread, and two jars of jam, one three berry and the other peach. What else would you expect from a man whose moniker is Jambo?!

To eat a piece of toast covered thickly with Mike's jam is like eating fresh fruit. The boy sure has the magic touch.

Sargie's Friday night party was a great success. Macrea and Mel sure went out of their way to ensure everyone had a good time.

It's becoming apparent that it's only a matter of time before the younger Milligans take over. Suddenly, we big people have to watch where we step so as not to trample a munchkin. 

 

 

Great nephew, Grayson, and I had a good conversation last night. I haven't had such a great talk with a little one since Hambone was that age.

Mel really pulled out all the steps to bake Sargie and niece, Ashley, (whose birthday is in a few days) a two tier, multi layer cake.

 And of course, we all joined in singing Happy Birthday.

With hugs, kisses, and promises to see each other on Christmas Eve, Hambone, Sargie, and I left for Pentoga Road.

The last I saw of Grandma Sargie and Grady Friday night, both were playing a cutthroat game of Crazy Eight. I think Hambone's got his grandma's penchant for playing cards.



Though I went to bed around 10, Sargie said it was close to midnight before she and The Bone climbed the stairs.

I'm not sure what today will bring other than I heard rumors that Santa and Mrs. Claus, aka Yooper Brother Mark and Sheri, will be at the local golf club receiving the wishes of all the good little girls and boys in the UP. Though he doesn't know it yet, Grady will be sitting on Santa's lap before the day is over.

It's time to get this uploaded and think about eating breakfast. Hambone and I have been watching a Christmas movie on Netflix, but both our bellies are telling us that a man (and boy) cannot live on movies alone.

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

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...

Not loosing my touch, I can put the best of them to sleep.