Thirty-nine degrees this morning. Did I just wake up from a long sleep and I am in Connecticut? First of all, when I awoke, it was light out. Second, just for the record, I was up at 7:30. That means a number of things. One, I actually received five hours of sleep, thanks to that "Fall back thing". Yes, we changed the clock meaning it was 2:30am when I went to bed. I returned home at 3:00am, which was really 2:00am, now you see why I wasn't even sure what day it was. Two days off, then I begin my two weeks as the opening manager, meaning up at the time I have been going to bed for the past month. There again the solitude of the drive and the early morning quiet are actually quite peaceful. Much like the early mornings of Fred's News, it gives me time to think, clear the cob webs, arriving at my location, entering the world of magical dreams and fairy tales. As I walk up the long driveway to the Lodge, I catch a glimpse of two white tailed deer munching the shrubs bordering the walkway, oblivious to humans, they continue with "breakfast", knowing the area will soon swarm with people, thrilled to see the wildlife but not so thrilling for the wildlife. My favorite comment, Hey lady, Bambi is outside eating!" Really!
Hunting season is again in full swing up north. Don't follow it too much down here, after all this area of Florida seems to be one big lake, with numerous little island, all connected by bridges and waterways. Fishing gets top billing here. Lots of fish I've never heard of and fishing gear that could put a person in the poor-house. Go to the new and improved local Walmart, three quarters of the sporting goods department is about fishing, the other quarter hunting. Throw in a few other sports equipment, and you are done! If you prefer "other" sports equipment, one must visit the specialty stores! Much the same for food...no local coffee shop that is a one stop place...Fred's News would thrive here.
Mr. Bill decided to cook breakfast today, bacon and eggs. "How many eggs would you like dear?" Why does that man ask! He never listens, much as he never paid attention to requests at Fred's. Just because he can eat three or four eggs, he thinks everyone can. Better yet, "They don't, why not?" he questions innocently enough. OMG "The world according to Mr. Bill." He thinks I have tunnel vision, I don't know what to call his quirks! Of course breakfast was excellent, not much has changed, he cooks, I clean up the mess....sounds about right! Today, while buying groceries, someone had dropped a bottle of syrup. Although plastic, it cracked, syrup, slowly oozing onto the floor. Flashback to the Saturday morning at Fred's, controlled chaos in the place, I break a syrup container,splashing the contents all over the side of the Egg-Nazi. Thankfully, not hurt, slightly annoyed, no time to clean up, Mr. Bill continues to cook. Solution: large cardboard box, flattened, laid carefully on the syrup, allowing no further contamination, cooking could go on uninterrupted. Four hours later, the whirlwind ends, we begin the tedious task of cleanup. Not one bit of that G-damn syrup had been absorbed into the box, the more you tried, the more it spread. Kind of like cleaning up a dozen eggs broken all over the place. Finally, detergent, plenty of it, super hot water, numerous rinse jobs, no more sticky!! I'm happy, kids cleaning are thrilled that's over....The Egg-Nazi, not so happy. All the syrup that had splashed onto his pants leg, totally absorbed by the fabric. Now he tells me, we could of used his pants to cleanup all that crap. He's even happier,as he changes his pants, the dried syrup acting much like a hot-wax job on the leg hair... NICE!
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