August 18th, 2017
We are slipping into cooler, a hurricane is hurrying up the coast. Its not like in the southern Untied States. We will get tepid participation of rain and lashing winds too, (or is it the other way round?) higher tides. The water is warmer, a bigger storm than a normal storm. This is not an unusual weather event for a Maritime province. The result of which might mean a to return to the dreaded lawn mowing, or merely in my case, the cutting the dandelions, the grass not recuperated at all.
The day proceeded with help, and to my astonishment, amusement, the cleaning done. Guests were from Ontario, mother daughter combo of great laughter and merriment. A couple from Quebec, who told me I had lost my Quebecois accent. Friends and three other rooms took flight.
I had no idea when the one reservation would appear, and left messages via the internet, and phone. The Thunder Bay persons of interest, arrived just as I was hanging up. They had made the reservation last year, and did not have one clue when they arrived until they got here. Similar to MOI I must admit. Up until then, one room was occupied, and then the phone did what it normally does. Poof, I am assure you full we are not full of poofters, but 8 or is it 9 motorcycles in the drive. La Tomato is guarding them. A special request. Two of the occupants work for NASA they claim, not what you think of when they pull in.
Thus, all rooms full with one room, extra to full to the brim. Since I saved them from sleeping in a ditch, I got hugs and pictures taken. I think they think I deserve a medal. I do too. I told them how to get to the local brewery, left left and left and off they went. None of the sissy vegetarian stuff for them. Wait till they get breakfast.
Thus I started making breakfast last night. Apple cake, french toast batter, fruit salad, and banana bread all carefully stored in the fridge. I am about to burst on the scene and start turning on the heat under all the listed above.
One of my jobs is “the watcher of the street’ vigilant I usually am, but am sorry to announce that I did not see, I am sorry to say as some person dumped a bag of refuse to the side of the lamp post, not the one I walked into by the way, and leave it there. I watched as my neighbors walked by and did not pick it up and take it away. Thus three days later on the second T day of the week I lug the lawn sized bag to the end of the drive and leave it there, with the strangers garbage in it. The bag is open, untied, but did that stop the street people from picking gaping holes in it to take. Please note there are bags of Lucy poop in there. They want step on a brown bag of excrement, then walk off leave it strewn about the lawn. My day spent guarding it from further desecration. I must admit I am getting better at the timing, later in the day, as it is picked up at 11 pm and should not be put out before 7, but that interferes with my bedtime. OFF we go for another day of fun and adventure. “The person who says something is impossible should not interrupt the person who is doing it.” Moi et Miss Lucy p