You never know what you'll see while walking. How about an enclosed toilet on three sides with the seat hanging from above?

July 27, 2021 - Tuesday morning

59 degrees/cloudy/calm winds

Pentoga Road

I know I'd like to have one of those shrines to the reading room in my front yard. It might sound good, but I'm fearful if I tried to erect such a monument, Sargie might try to stuff my head inside the porcelain throne. Christmas time would particularly pretty, the three sided structure outlined in colorful lights.

I guess a guy can't have it all.

Monday was gravel day (again) on Pentoga Road. Grandma Sargie, Hambone, and I, made our way to our friend, Gene's, for a load of gravel. It's one of Hambone's favorite places to visit.

Gene, along with his son, Victor, have a huge facility with about every type of gravel/dirt/sand, screened and washed, any contractor or private person might need.

We learned how much of the gravel has to be washed and screened to meet the inspection requirements for various contractors. It's quite the process. 

With Grady's vast backhoe experience, Gene told him that when he turned 13 years old, he could run some of the equipment and if he liked that, once Grady is a bit older, he could have a summer job.

I don't know about anyone else, but I was never offered a future summer job when I was 7. Lucky kid.

Back home, we got busy spreading heavy landscape cloth and laying gravel on top of that.

As has become our routine, Hambone and Grandma Sargie did much of the shoveling from the trailer while I pushed the heavy wheelbarrow and raked the gravel.

Hambone occasionally took a break from shoveling to work on his newest project in the barn. I never knew a hammer, nails, and scrap pieces of wood, could be so entertaining.

Poor Hambone was officially christened into the Carpenter's Hall of Smashed Fingers and Thumbs when he learned a valuable lesson, that of keeping one's thumb and fingers out of the way of the hammer.

Running cold water over the injury before applying antibiotic cream along with a kiss, Grandma Sargie worked her magic and Hambone was soon back outside doing his thing.

It was time to lay gravel inside the portable garage. Only one problem. There were large chunks of hardwood in the way, those waiting to be split and stacked. We had to move those before work could continue.

In the end, the gravel was spread and tightly packed. 

The main area alongside the barn is finished, but we still want to spread gravel in back of both wood sheds, around the outdoor wood furnace, and in back of the barn. 

We've laid four tons of crushed rocks so far and I figure another four will see the job finished.

Needing rain, we watered both the flowers and garden last night. 

We'll soon be enjoying fresh broccoli along with the baby zucchini we've been relishing for the past week.

Sargie and I will be dropping Hambone off in Iron Mountain this morning on our way to Green Bay. The mother of the groom is still looking for that special pair of shoes to wear to the wedding this coming weekend and like always, there are needed household supplies to be purchased. 

The thousands of baby goldfish have doubled in size over the past week. Here, a herd of the little piranhas is chasing a piece of floating goldfish food. If anyone is in need of goldfish, let me know. We can fix you up with a few thousand.

Time to get this show on the road. 

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

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...

Not only is Hambone a heavy equipment operator, he's a rocker!