July 30, 2016
A couple from Quebec phoned immediately after the New Year. Asking to be put in the book of reservations. I had not purchased the book, even. Paper the back up to computers, but I digress. I had put them off, but they called back, and INN they went. I recognized the name. When they showed up today, they announced they had slept around. In every bed, and room in the house. The total? Eight times, indicating to me, and possibly you all my dear and gentle readers, I have to be doing something right. This time they brought her sister and her husband.
Other guests include a family from Ontario daughters almost done at university. A couple from France having hot chocolate for wake up drink. Otherwise it is the usual gallons of hot coffee and tea to get your heart started.
I have balloons from my birthday floating in close proximity to the floor now. They asked when my anniversary was. They too had birthday celebrations in July. The helium balloon have been getting around too, they escaped out of the first floor and were found on the third. Back they came. OFF they went and had been this trip in the front bedroom. Now two out of three are defunct, the third hanging on for dear life.
The house was full, again tonight with yet another set of people, house full, this time another couple with whom the name rings a bell. The reservation system not resolved, imported to save me time, did not, having spent the day on it. The writing is on the wall I fear, a new reservation system for my website is a winter project. Other people ski.
Given the volume of people thru and cleaning to be done. My right hand person is arising from her sick bed and coming to help me out. Lucy is good, the humanity may kill us all, but OFF we go for another day of fun and adventure! “”It may be hard for an egg to turn into a bird: it would be a jolly sight harder for it to learn to fly while remaining an egg. We are like eggs at present. And you cannot go on indefinitely being just an ordinary, decent egg. We must be hatched or go bad. C. S. Lewis Moi and Lucy P