Category: Cafe

Delightful

It was very wonderful to see Jerome for his bday yesterday (my visit was brief due to… reasons) and also Mike and Rozo, Trent and his girlfriend (why can I never remember her name??), a neighbour and his little boy, Brian C and Chari, Shannon and the two boys Braden and Lucas (Lucas exploded into an amazing smile when I first laid eyes on him, I nearly burst into grateful tears) and the food was nommy home rotisseried chicken, salad and THE MOST SPECTACULAR raspberry chocolate cake imaginable. Whipped cream icing, om nom nom.

Today, the AGM and a soup lunch. So I hafta run into the store and get everything together for that. Then Audrey comes back here and I stuff everything into boxes and hand it to her. I don’t know what she did to deserve this suffering, but at least I suffer no longer, effective about 5 hours from now….

Café continues slow but the word is getting out and the rec centre isn’t open yet, so there’s some upside, definitely.

Happy Friday!

The moon has been a searchlight in my room these last few nights (I still haven’t put up my blinds o.0 but I think I’ll be able to manage that Sunday afternoon). It was orangey pink last night, quite remarkable, and ENORMOUS as we drove in this morning.

Today plotting and planning at the shop, inventory, beef and barley soup for lunch (o god it is SO GOOD), and then maybe a walk.

Yesterday Paul took me for a walk in Oakalla and I GOT TWO SOAKERS. Hope those shoes dry out okay, and I had a spare set. O well, we still got out in the glorious sunshine, and that shit will happen when you leave the beaten path.

Just a few more hours of churchy stuff and I will be free. I am planning on helping Audrey after the handoff. She is so wonderful.

Keith procured Katie’s contact lenses and she is so happy that she doesn’t have to be spectacled if she doesn’t want to.

Sundry and various

Brinicles. I had no idea such things existed.
Katie will be heading off for bloodwork this morning. She is fasting, and thus tired and cranky.
Izzy and I (the grandsnake) bonded nicely last night. He is one of the most hand tame snakes I ever interacted with, although I will never feel about him the way I feel about Speck, a little snake who hung out in my hat for an hour at a party, thus triggering the single funniest triple take I’ve ever seen in my life.
Margot is prowling around my room and quacking. Yesterday she got up in Creamy’s grill (he’s the Samoyed next door) by walking up to him when he was tethered outside, getting him to bark furiously, and then pelting away. What a jerk she can be.
Paul and Keith took me and Katie to supper last night at the Grand Buffet. In a stupefying and gratifying demonstration of customer service, the expensive sunglasses Keith left there a month ago were produced as soon as he appeared. You can bet Keith tipped the living shit out of those servers. The crab was particularly good.
I have found an internet radio station that plays bluegrass gospel, and it has no annoying commercials. That’s what we have on at the store now. It’s bright and bouncy and banjerrific.
Biz still slow and interestingly variable. Paul bought cherry biscotti, my latest creation, and took it to work, and there was much rejoicing. His work is going well. Per parental instructions I will be baking and shipping biscotti out to them by the end of the month.
All my friends from Ontario seem to be living through hellish times. I am not. I am having difficulties with certain aspects of my life, but these things tend to self correct. As mOm remarked, this too shall pass. In the meantime I have a loving family, a good place to live, choice friends, good health (even my back is whining less…) and the best stupid cat in the world. Hey, at least she’s keeping herself clean, although I still have to brush and de-eye-gunk her frequently.
I am now washing my hands forty times a day. It’s like acquiring OCD or something. Thank god for Uremol, and many thanks to LadyMissB for putting me on to it.
Off to work now.

fuck my fucking fuck of a fucking life with a fucking bushel of fucksticks

Geez, my daughter may have some horrific disease, I’m overdue for handing over documents to the church auditor, the shop has been quite slow (although Katie’s friend Jessica is there doing art work on the sidewalk signs,) I can’t get a fucking printer driver installed on this fucking Windows 8, some asshole came into the shop yesterday and lectured me for half an hour about everything I’m doing wrong, another merchant told me that apparently everybody on the street thinks we charge too much money, and if it wasn’t for the fact that I know that at some point (maybe rather later than sooner) sweet Death will come take me none of this would be tolerable.

Oh look, Margot’s chasing a fly, how adorable.

Nope, still feel like shit.

Katie’s next specialist appointment is tomorrow. Any bets she’ll be waiting 6 months for a neurology consult?

Various parcels of news

I will probably have to stay late tonight as Bertha quit.  (All the fridges have names.)  The fridge ifrit will be coming by to take a look at her.

Katie is getting all kinds of blood work done as she has suddenly and very nastily acquired Persistent Daily Headache.  If it really is that there’s nothing to be done, which has teh suck.  Now we find out that whatever the optometrist found in her eye last week is such a BHD that she now has to go to an appointment at 2:20 this afternoon as they called with a cancellation.  This is enough to freak both of us out, yech.

One more week of church!  I have to get the financial deets over to Bareld tonight.  I don’t know how easy that is going to be if I am in the shop minding the fridge ifrit.

 

Another lovely day

Sales are slowly creeping up, and we’re finding ways to keep things yummy and wholesome while reducing costs, which is great.

Peggy will be by soon to pick up some biscotti.  Mike McG came by and bought muffins.  Happy sigh.

Yesterday Janet Wilson popped by and it was lovely to see her after all these years living in the same town…

The building inspector was awesome and he made me howl with laughter.

Katie is going swimming with her buddy tonight, but I’m just gonna go home and hack away at church accounting as I have a deadline…

The list is getting shorter!

Today – getting menus printed and laminated at Staples now that Jeff has proofread them (thank goodness for his picky eyeballs!), sending credit applications to the meat and garbage companies, Paul coming to store to put in some hooks for the prep table, training on POS and cash register, getting the float for Monday morning.  Katie is still feeling a little under the weather and we can’t tell if it’s nerves or maybe a weird migraine.  I am migraining at the moment but the visual crap has lifted so I’m back at it.  Tom L kindly offered to put up the additional exit sign,

There’s also church stuff in there, but I’ll deal with later today as soon as I have finalized the accounting stuff.

 

 

deaths and entrances

My old self dies a little and my new self is born today.  With luck we will have signoff for a Monday opening for the cafe; with a little spinal firmness on my own part I’ll never be on the Beacon Board again.  Everybody loves having me and the worst aspects of corporate governance are not easily addressed. AT LEAST we are treating our staff members better, or more or less we are, and I did have something to do with that.  And the church is okay-off financially, I am sure next year will continue to bring change.  But I’m done, and I will only be going back to church when I am interested in the sermon topic.  Having weekends completely off except the inevitable worrying about the business will be pleasant.

 

Lovely long chat with Tammy this morning.

Back to the living room clean up in preparation for the board meeting tonight.  It will be easier for me to concentrate on the meeting today when I’m done with the living room.

sundry and various part the 95th

I am now communicating with a Swedish man regarding the subtitle file for Real Humans.  We are going to collaborate via the internet, yeah.

Spoke to pOp.  What an entirely loathsome experience he had in hospital.  I need to get him a black turtleneck and get GOS in big white letters on it.

My stress level is rapidly rising as opening day approaches.  However, the last piece of cooking equipment is on board and working so that is good news.

The potholes in the back parking lot are so big I’m posting pics of them on facebook.

Katie is working her ass off.  We are going in for five am this morning, heavy heavy sigh, but such will be our lot for the next little while.

 

at the shop

listening to Gotye’s Your Heart’s a Mess, having delivered biscotti to the gents at Gord-Ron.  I was condoled with at having to clean up the sex trade worker mess left on our doorstep / bleaugh.

 

Peggy’s mum has passed away.  She’s the eldest, so now she gets to sit with the full glare of her own mortality.  I had been saving a very beautiful but somehow sad card… autumn leaves silvered with frost.  Somehow apropos.

Something horrible regarding my church work has been righteously ducked, and I am so relieved I am practically weeping with relief.  I feel really stupid though.  None of us are walking alone even if we think we are.

Katie and I had the same dream

ROFL.

It was opening day.  The layout and the location of the restaurant was completely different; we had kids running around, a lot of extra space, and we had no cash register.  It was a complete zoo.  Katie and I were laughing our asses off as we traded notes.  No, it wasn’t an identical dream, but close enough.

Just over a week now.  I’m hip deep in church stuff and going straight back to it once I hit send.