I'm slaving away over a hot stove making scrambled eggs for Thursday's breakfast and where are my helpers? Watching me!

November 20, 2020 - Friday morning
35 degrees/cloudy/breezy
Pentoga Road

I'm up bright and early this morning so I can do my writing before heading out the door for my walk. You might say it's the calm before the storm. With Sargie's boys and families coming in later today, it promises to be a weekend of nonstop action. 

Returning from my walk yesterday morning, I fiddled around until Grady's classes were over. As usual, Miss Grandma Sargie had been close by, helping to guide the boy through his lessons as his teacher taught online.

We had a big brunch before going to the grocery store where last minute goodies were purchased for this weekend.

Thursday afternoon found Hambone and I back in the garden house. My pint-sized electrician worked for quite a while before his interests began to turn elsewhere.

The concept of positive, negative, and neutral wires still remain completely foreign to the boy. He thinks the colored wires are pretty, but also believes they'd look better if they were mixed up rather than attached in a series. Put it this way, it'll be a year or two before he's ready to his master electrician's test.

Power was run into the garden house and temporarily connected to one outlet allowing us to play music. 

Grandma Sargie came out to check on us and before we knew it, we were having a dance party. With plenty of room to shake, rattle, and roll, Hambone placed his screwdriver on the floor and let the music take over his voice and body.

All thoughts of accomplishing any more work in the garden house were abandoned. Hoping to expend some of that six year old energy from Hambone, we moved outside to the rutabaga patch and began prying the giant roots from the ground.

Temperatures have dipped into the teens recently and the frozen dirt held the "baggies" firmly in place. It took a hammer and pry bar to free most.

Hambone kept busy filling the wagon and later hauled the last of this past summer's harvest to the barn.

My shadow's outside time also included his best winged friend in the world, Jimmy. 

The pint-sized chickadee has been great about filling in for Hambone's pup, Sadie.

With no online teacher-led class today, Grady did Friday's homework last night and has a three day weekend to call his own. I'm not sure who's more grateful, Hambone or Grandma Sargie. Oh heck, might as well throw Pawpaw into that mix too. I think all three of us are "kindergarten'd out.

There's a reason God made parents young.

I'm heading out the door at first light for my usual walk. After will be bring baking pumpkin pies, thawing fish and brats for tonight's supper, and helping Sargie clean. The boys and families should begin arriving late this afternoon for a weekend of laughter, eating, and fun. It's what we do best around here.

The goldfish took advantage of Thursday's receding ice to rise to the surface. In a near state of hibernation, we won't be feeding them any more until next spring.

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

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...