Because her father worked with cattle, Sargie loves cattle, or cows as she says. Makes no difference if they are big cows, little cows, or baby cows (she refuses to say "calves.") The girl now has her own Holstein with a motion detector that moos every time someone walks nearby.
Son, Matt, wasn't without his humorous, but very appreciated, gift. He sent a very heavy, firmly sealed crate, that came complete with its own pry bar. It took over ten minutes to open.
Sargie surprised me by giving me not only a smaller Dewalt power hand saw, but also a portable Dewalt miter saw and stand. I accused her of going to any length to get the porch built onto the garden house.
All good things come to an end and with it, the last of the presents were finally opened. As I said in yesterday's writing, Sargie and I celebrate Christmas by walking the walk, not only in gifts, but with laughter and love. We did plenty of all three yesterday.
Sargie and I heard from all our sons yesterday, each wishing us a Merry Christmas. Cale drove up from Oconto and joined us during the afternoon on Milligan Mountain.
It was time to set the annual Christmas pyre ablaze. Boxes and wrapping paper were carried to the burn barrel .
Christmas afternoon was spent with family high atop Milligan Mountain where Nancy and Ron were the perfect hosts. The ladies spent the time in the living room talking and laughing. The guys gathered in the kitchen and played Name That Tune. Between Ron, Boyd, Ross, and myself, we nailed almost every song. Taylor and Nikki played disc jockey and tried to trip us up, but despite their best efforts, we pretty much knew all the songs from the 60's through early 80's. Ron and I played professionally in bands in our former lives and all the brothers in law have the love of music in common.
I only took one picture on Milligan Mountain yesterday afternoon. My camera was in everyone's face Christmas Eve and I was ready to take a break and enjoy just being one of the gang.
Sargie and I arrived home last evening where we both just plopped in our chairs, watched tv, and reflected on a near perfect day.
Today is going to be a lazy one. Sargie said she may not get out of bed the entire day, but I know better. No doubt, we'll play with our toys and later, begin the process of putting goodies away.
Well, darn it. Christmas is over which means it's time to take those new hikers and that puffy jacket Sargie gave me for a test drive.
After all, a man's work is never done.
So are the tales from Pentoga Road...
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