February 22, 2021 - Monday morning

25 degrees/cloudy/calm winds

Pentoga Road

You know the best thing about being retired?  Everyday is a weekend.

Love it.

We sure enjoyed Hambone this weekend. Whether it was sledding and snowmobiling, playing games or solving problems in a workbook with Grandma Sargie, or just hanging out with Pawpaw, we had a lot of fun.

Sunday saw Grady and I on the Tundra, exploring our front meadow and graduating later to Jambo's hayfield.

Hambone was initially a bit hesitant to sit at the helm of the mighty Tundra. After reminding him he drove it last year, the boy summoned up his courage, climbed aboard in front of me, and gently pushed the throttle.

Following a loop or two around a large oval, I stepped off and sent him on his way. After that, there was no stopping the boy.

We took a break and ambled over to Jambo's back porch where Hambone and Jimmy caught up on the happenings in each other's lives. 

It was time to put the snowmobile away and spend a bit of time inside before delivering Hambone back to Iron Mountain. 

While Grandma Sargie and Hambone were gabbing, I practiced editing a very short video using the GoPro camera. 

Between iMovie, GoPro, and youtube, I don't know if I'll ever get this video stuff sorted out between now and next February's kick off on the AT.

Despite his pleas to stay, Grady had to be reminded that education waits for no one. 

It was time to take Hambone home.

We had a good visit with Cheeks and her mommy and daddy in Iron Mountain. 

Despite being handed from one cuddler to another, the baby girl never awakened once during our visit. 

Like her older brother before her, it won't be long before Cheeks will be riding high atop a pile of firewood in the wheel barrow between the wood shed and house. 

We eventually bade all goodbye and Sargie and I departed for home. Last night was spent devouring a family sized pizza and watching tv.

Life's stressful when you're retired, you know.

It's daylight, time for my morning walk. First things first.  Today, I'll be cleaning snow from the deck and the drive while the shop warms.

Then there's a just a few unfinished projects needing my attention:

a bulldog that's half finished

a segmented bowl to sand and glue

a bluegill intarsia piece

the Lord's Prayer to mount on the backer board and frame

a couple of candle stick holders to turn

three names to cut out and carve

Otherwise, there's not a thing to do in the shop.

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

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...