August 06, 2017
Cleanup was done, guests departed after informing moi, that the senescent boys club across the street, partied until the wee hours of the night. I detected not one thing, sleeping thru to start the days endeavors at 5:30. More have come inn. What remains is a family with children, including a grandfather, from la belle province.
The phone did not stopped ringing, why my dear and gentle readers ask? It is a long weekend and it is sunshiny. Travel agencies, tourism outlets, transgenders and two year olds all seem to want a room here.
In the meantime trying is the operative word. A nap would have been nice, but gave up. Pre nap, post cleaning, I went and bought a bag of Kiwis in the pre holiday closing panic grocery shopping. I have no idea what I am going to do with them. Stay tuned. Came up with a solution to having three lemons in the fridge. I pulled out the gear to make and was making and have made three lemon breads in the oven to have for breakfast. (Not all at the same time mind you.) Thus taking the levels of heat and humidity in the house to unknown conditions. Lucy is panting like she just came in for a walk. I used just one lemon and will try (being the opertive word) to make bread pudding for the repast.
Just in case you thought I might have an instant to myself. Let me assure you, I have not. While putting the dishes away so I could find the measuring spoons, to bake with. I also have spent my day fending off major accommodations’ chains accusing me of “holding back’ (rooms) because they perceived that on line I had some. I do not, not just once but several times, insisting I did. I advised them I “did not have room for anybody or anything.” If they insisted they ‘walked” guests over, hotel parlance btw I “would not have space for them.” They might just send them anyway.
Thus while the breads cooked, more time was spent thumping and banging on all of the reservation systems I have. Just in case a room or two slipped thru, to make sure the moat was up, close looked at the red squares to indicate that there was nothing and all was closed out until next Tuesday.
While making the lemon breads, a trio of them, answering the phones and trying to get the recipe right. I also was multitasking, a big term for making a mess. I am also listening to the news on the radio. There is an uncontrolled forest fire just south of big little city, with ostensibly two fire bombers flying over head, going all guns, every piece of fire suppression equipment you can think of screaming. Thank God,dess there is a river in the way. stay tuned, but I would be more worried about what I was going to do with those Kiwis. I am going for a bath I hope.