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Trying. To. Write.

May 20th, 2011 — 8:09pm

May 20, 2011

Trying.  To.  Write.  Between.  Orders.

Not working too well.  Sorry!

Computer ate blog last night.  Bummer.

Yesterday’s special:  sourdough pancakes and bacon.

Today’s special:  Farmer’s omelette with toast.  Huge–football sized, really.  Yummy looking.

Yesterday’s news, in eaten blog:  K thru six came in for pizza.  Sixteen kids, two teachers.  Four pizzas.  Pop.  Fun.  All the kids (except one I see by doing the math) signed guest book.  Jordon, Logan, Chaese, Noah, Landon, Primo, Sandy, Josh, Jenna, Robert, Jessie, Mark, Breydan, Dawson, Caleb, Mrs. K. Scaife and Mrs. Ross said:  Awesome Pizza.  Good food. Yummy yummy for my tummy,and Good mood food.


Augh.  Four p.m. almost and can’t get out of store to walk 500 ft. to P.O. to mail sister’s b-day card.  Card will be late.  Sorry, Sister.

George’s first trip w/ the produce and etc. today.  Hi George!  And hey—real tomatoes, fresh rhubarb, maple syrup from the Amishman, and cheese.  Good cheese.  Tillamook.  Love that word.  Whole milk mozzarella.  Guggisberg Baby Swiss.  Etc.  Yum.

Oh—table—pizza.  Gotta go.  Plus really need to do dishes, make pie, bake bread, frost cookies, etc.  Oh, and call Bob.  Bob, your fish is ready.  And get ahold of Becky.  Becky, if you are reading this, Yes, start on June 6 or whenever it was you said you could.  And Amelia, if you are reading this, your check is on its way tomorrow.  And Patience, if you are reading this, CALL ME!  Just to say hi, that’s all.  Okay.  Goodbye for real this time.

More someday.

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Worn out but not unhappy blues

May 18th, 2011 — 3:57am

May 17, 2011

11:15 p.m.

Today’s Specials: a Farmer’s Omelette and a Prime Rib French Dip.

The days are getting longer and busier.  Even when there are no customers I don’t find time to sit down any more.  Yesterday in between tables I made Cole slaw and soup (chicken, rice, and veggies) and cookies and bread.  Did the dishes, cleaned the bathrooms, swept the floors, etc.  Came home very worn out (but quite happy) and didn’t write anything, as I’d meant to.  Today was the same, or nearly.  Made blueberry-blackberry pie with crumble top.  Made two kinds of cookie batter (monster and lemon).   Baked bread.  Did dishes.  Cleaned bathrooms.  Waited on tables, visited with people, handed out SOUTH OF SUPERIOR postcards, did dishes again.  Didn’t get the floors swept, but oh well.

The worst part of the day:  April the cat ran away from home this morning. She never does this.  She is smart and can be depended upon to come running with five minutes or so of me calling, Kittykittykitty. She is a house cat, but we do let her outside quite often as she loves it so and is so trustworthy.  Or she was so trustworthy and we did let her outside to play.   April is a Tonkinese we adopted from the Humane Society a few years ago and she is  brawny, smart, and friendly.  When I met her she had only recently been let out of the quarantine wing because she’d had a flu that she wasn’t expected to recover from.  But she bumped her head against my hand when I patted her, and when let out of her cage, she went up to all the other cages and mewed in a friendly way to the cats inside.   That one, I said, despite the fact that she was frail and thin and possibly still going to succumb to that flu.  That’s the one I want.

The best part of the day:  Rick found April after I’d been looking and calling for half an hour (and I said in all earnestness, My hero! when he came walking back to the cabin with a squirming April in his arms).  He found her trotting purposefully through the woods to the north, already an eighth of a mile away.  By tonight she’d have probably been a quick snack for a coyote or  a pine marten.  So the worst part of the day turned into the best  and all day I’ve been thinking about that.  Is the good better because it was almost very bad?  Probably.

Right now April is taking a very vigorous bath on top of the ottoman next to my chair, and tonight this makes me happier than ever because I almost lost her. I look at her goopily and she seems to roll her eyes at my sentimentality and melodrama and jumps off the ottoman and trots off in search of less fraught corners of the house.  I gaze after her adoringly.

Favorite quote of the day:  If this was any better it’d be illegal.   (in reference to the blueberry blackberry pie still warm from the oven).

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