January 27th, 2016
Siblings, that is to say sisters fresh off the airplane from California, arrived for the aforementioned, that would in yesterdays diatribe, luncheon. The misses PhDs were charming and pleasant. BOTH possessing degrees of imaginable magnitude and scopes. They have it seems, studied thru out the world, and landed safely at the appointed hour, at my abode. They seemed to adjust fairly speedily and swiftly to my full throttled form of hospitality, I am very relieved to say. A word of caution was issued prior to the grand event, that as the tourism season draws near, I am at times unable to finish sentences‘ as I swiftly and speedily run the list of life necessary to keep hearth and heart together here at the bnb. (Sometimes before, the arrival of paying guests some of you my dear and gentle readers point out, but I digress)
There it was! The excuse to have an informal tea party. Enjoyment was had by all ! we hope! at least they were kind enough to say so. The brunette, here permanently in a teaching occupation, her subject psychology. The strawberry blonde, the other youthful lady, vacationing with her sister, the other. We ate the potage of vegetables, and broth suitable for a cold winters day, which it was not. AND I have to say had completed by myself. ! They were eager to sample the maritime delicacy of bread and molasses. The tea made from bags here in the east coast, strong enough to stand a spoon in. The pot refilled and refreshed a couple of times. Also consumed was the mendaciousness menopausal banana bread. Thus proving that even bananas and their maker get old and dry…
The young ladies were sent off with some of leftover bread (the other loaf to be frozen and given to some credulous guest later on the year) to continue on with their lives. While I gathered my wits, a difficult task of late, and OFF we went to feed the feral cats, of the neighbor hood. Just in time, as the bowls were very very empty. Crockery of cat chow and water replenished. With a check again after the sun set for yet another top up. Finishing off the chow in the jar and giving “In the bag,” a whole new meaning. AND another thing to purchase goes on the list of necessities of life.
One layer of clothes was all that was needed to be out and about. The temperatures’ were while walking the girl dog, windy but warm. The temperature would mean you would not freeze to death, + 6 /43 degrees. That is to be repeated again today it seems. The weather performance indicates that we have skipped winter and went straight into spring.
It was movie night in the big little city, and the theatre at the university was full to the brim to watch, an Irish tale of romance, and some, but not a great deal of intrigue. It made, homesickness, marine travel, hard work look spectacular and stunning. Popcorn and Pop were sold and scoffed while enthralled.
Lucy seemed to pull a hamstring in her shoulder, while dashing about in the only remaining the snow banks. Thus we were up and down like a jack in the box thru the night. Making an already miss grumpy pants, that would be this scribe, somewhat more bed-raggled. I am not impressed with the handholding offered by the veterinary store. But scrambled thru the medicine closet in the early hours of the darkness to find the medicine, with the aide of Dr Google, I might add, necessary to elevate happiness, mine. I gone missing is some beauty sleep, and that is a big deal, with the wrinkles and the gray hair win hands down. One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well.