Cheeks and I were heading out for our morning walk to Pentoga Village. 

August 25, 2021 - Wednesday morning

58 degrees/hazy/calm winds

Pentoga Road

Sure is quiet around here this morning. After meeting Macrea halfway to Iron Mountain yesterday afternoon to deliver Cheeks and Hambone, our hundred-and-one year old home is breathing a sigh of relief this morning. 

So is Pawpaw.

There's a reason why God made parents young, you know.

With a light shower coming through yesterday, Hambone and I didn't get to finish pouring the concrete for the base of the garden umbrella. We were both disappointed, but not for long. 

Hambone decided he wanted to "build." Rummaging through my scrap box, he found enough bits and pieces of wood to construct a tray, or at least in the mind of a seven year old, it was a tray.

Never far away, I stood in front of the lathe in the shop and began turning a bowl from wild cherry.

Every now and then, Hambone would come in and ask if I could make a certain cut using one of the saws. 

I was proud of Grady. He's learning to measure and use the square. His measurements were very precise and exact and in the end, the boy had a tray to take home or maybe it was a triangular shaped flying saucer with sides.

Whatever it was, I was very proud of him for his tenacity in sticking with it and putting it all together.

As I mentioned above, Cheeks and I trekked to Pentoga Village and back. As usual, we weren't far down the road before she fell sound asleep and woke the instant we arrived home. There to meet us was Grandma Sargie. 

Hambone was busy again yesterday afternoon fashioning a head piece worn by some character in the video game, Mind Craft. Using a Happy Meal box, the boy cut, fashioned, and taped together a pretty good facsimile of a helmet. One thing you have to say about ol' Bone, he's creative.

I'm going for my walk soon and after, we'll be heading to Green Bay for the day. There are household supplies to purchase as well as goodies for the annual Labor Day gathering that we'll be hosting a week from Sunday. 

Time to get a move on.

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

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...

Cheeks has exactly two speeds, off and on.

Seconds earlier, sitting in Grandma Sargie's lap, she was living life in the on position. Suddenly, the girl switched off and was out like a light.