April 30, 2017
It was discovered the big little city was jumping up and down. All manner of citizenry attending hockey tournaments, volleyball, literary conventions, body building was 1800 strong, who knew? Inadvertently, had a repleted house. First for the season and another premier event, chocolate chip French toast. Winging it once again.
The experimental breakfast was a success according to the guests who ventured to try it The first breakfast was served at 6:20 a.m. was standard fare. She, the first of the surprised visitors landed at my door, was here to observe her daughter, who stayed elsewhere, in and for the body building competition. She had brought her own protein pancake, and ate conventional baguette dipped in egg. Her husband reserved on line for her, as the hotel she was checked into, did not accommodate her for a second night. The hotel, called her to tell her that her belongings were still in the room as their next guests were ready to check in. Thus the search was on, I believe another successful set of converts were made to the downtownbnb.
My details of my day in the most recent of diatribes was of ever increasing circles. This of course, ceased as started and went back and forth to the patriot tired store, not once, twice, three times. There was a mix up as to time of arrvial. She originally said three in the afternoon and did not show, thus my tire change was forfeited. The rendezvous was moved onto the hump day of the week as this is a popular thing to do in the spring. My computer guy was not paid and the decent started as the list of life listed left, and then of course right. She arrived after another set of guests came into being. A call later in the day from a desperate son. His parents were in town and his house was full of in-laws for the baptism of grandson #2 and hockey tournament of grandson #1.Over they came and we looked at pictures, of their dogs while Lucy laid in full view on the rug.
I thought that was it, over and done having had many hotels call for availability thru the evening. I climbed into bed and turned out the lights, not a rare occurrence. The phone rang for a third and final time, as I unplugged after the final two rooms, arrived. Husband and wife with mother or mother in law depending on your perspective.
Tradition dictated that I greeted them in my now time-honored pink housecoat. They were escorted them to their rooms after I inquired about allergies and could I experiment on them. All were agreeable. They got the chocolate chip french toast the third and last set of guests down for breakfast. I had discovered that in all my spending to save money, I did not have enough baguette. I did not think that sour dough English muffins would do. I found and I am not kidding a wonder bread with chocolate chips in and had forgotten about it. I thought it would be stale enough to go thru the ringer and the first piece proved me wrong. The next pieces were laid out as delicately a pedals on a tulip.
House was cleaned in record time as I set off to listen to another author on the last day of the literature festival. To be is to do. Immanuel Kant Moi and Miss Lucy P