I’m at the shop (Katie out again WARNING RELATIONSHIP IN PROGRESS) and so far, in the 2 hours I’ve been here I’ve:
- Run through the morning set up
- Started baking macadamia nut biscotti (first attempt. Nut flavour is so mild I added no spices, just vanilla, also thinking of Nora I leave cinnamon out cause she’s allergic to cinnamon).
- Made myself a chai latte
- sold muffins and coffee to a couple of people
- Put beef on to roast
- Put away a good chunk of the ingredients we got last night at Costco
- got the bread out of Bertha, which I always forget to do so I’m glad I remembered
- Taken all the fridge temps (report: we are nominal son)
- Put my hair back and donned an apron
- Figured out how to form my lips into a trumpet trill so I can blast through the William Tell Orchestra
- Blown level 70 in Candy Crush Saga AGAIN. It is a demonaically hard level.
- sat up front and watched it droozle out there
- Thought about awnings for the street fair July 21st. I want to buy one, mostly because I know that the awning Jeff and I bought four years ago is not going to make it through another year and so when I’m done with it here I’ll just take it home.
- Thought about the data entry job Tom gave me. I was supposed to work on it some more last night but the Costco run intervened and then Katie tried to get me to go for a walk, but my sciatica into my right heel is making me limp like hell.
- Thought about the big pile of cardboard at the back of the shop I need to flatten and recycle.
- Thought about the very interesting news I got from the landlord’s agent yesterday about what’s going on next door as far as ownership goes.
- Thought with irritation verging on acting out about the THREE UNLICENSED VEHICLES sitting in the parking lot of OUR CAFE. The landlord’s agent says I can approach the miscreants responsible and ask them to move the cube van, the stake truck and the not-licensed-since-October-2012 shitbox compact sitting out there. The Hino is parked crossways, FFS, taking two spots. What the hell is wrong with these people? It’s not the antechamber to a scrapyard. Dayyum.
- Thought with love and deep sympathy about my dear one Tammy who is burying her father today and will have to deal with that hard on the heels of breaking up with a man she has been trying to partner up with for 3 years. It was his idea and he won’t stop calling her. I know he’s not a complete asshole but sheeshkabobbers, folks, take a hint. And her complete and total born bad asshole of an adoptive brother is going to be at the funeral, and I tried to bet with her that he would show up at mom’s drunk, raring to steal money and valuables, but she wouldn’t take the bet. He’s already been banished but you know how sociopaths press once they perceive an advantage. Tammy and her mother took the high road and at least let the brother know his dad was gone.
