So from the moment I walked in the door I did demos, colour planning and cutting and never got up the stairs to the office until five o'clock. Oh to have such problems eh? Ask me how long I can hold my water before I burst and I can tell ya! If this keeps up I'm thinking catheter.....
I so appreciate the shop being busy this summer, lots of tourists and interested parties coming through the door. Nothing to complain about, but I will admit not getting out my blog needled me the day long. I enjoy writing, it's a vent for stress at the end of the day or just to relax my raging brain. Yes, it rages, like a storm on the ocean, continually in motion right up until I finally drift off to sleep. I'm either blessed or cursed, sometimes both at the same time!
In between the customers I had a kit to cut and prepare for the post office in a race against time so I made an emergency call to hubby to wrap the parcels ready to go out. What a great guy I have, always there to help when I need it. I tell him to watch out. If anything ever happens to me there will be casseroles galore at his door. Everyone knows he's a sweetheart and all those single gals who hear me brag of his character and who know there might be a shop full of wool as a dowry, well, that's pretty powerful incentive to whip up a lasagna and mosey on over.
I always panic about taking parcels to the post office. My dad worked as the assistant post master and we digested his rants with every meal of who did what at the wicket that day. Late comers and coin tappers, for some reason impatiently knocking a quarter on the counter drove him bonkers, and people who don't bring their keys so expect them to retrieve their mail, which apparently is a rule that is loosely enforced. His discontent was ingrained...maybe that's why I do a bit of unloading, you're all my dinner crowd, sounding boards....so it's not my fault....blame it on my pappy! But, I know he would turn over in his grave if he thought I showed up late like 10 minutes to 5:00 to inconvenience the gals at the counter but out of respect for him, I wouldn't ask for my mail if I knew there was a million dollar check waiting to be picked up.
So I get a little frantic as the hand gets close to five. My blood pressures goes up and my hair becomes unraveled, my nose shiny for the crazed look. Everyday I promise I'll wrap the orders and go early and every day I'm delayed. Forgive me dad!
Then after work hubby and I made a mad dash to Bridgewater for ink cartridges for the printer that gave up the ghost in the middle of labels so while out and about, we dined at Swiss Chalet and gnawed on the ribs. Not very ladylike but they were some good you....finger lickin!
I meant to go back to work last evening but my feet were swollen and my so was my head so I put my feet up and feel asleep watching TV. My ego is soaring with the eagles these days, everyone through the door has such lovely compliments I can't help but puff out my chest and get a swelled head. Truthfully, it's like someone telling me my son is handsome, I'm pleased as Punch. I'll try not to get too obnoxious or highbrow.
There was a young girl in today, a grade sixer who wanted to hook and her mother bought her a small pattern and we put the wool together for her very first project. She was very enthusiastic and I just know she is going to do a bang up job. She loves red and picked a simple primitive rose and I told her how to apply the colours to separate each petal and make the flower appear lifelike without fussing with values and shading. I look forward to a picture.
We've had a lot of rug hooking visitors from the states lately, and I have pictures and little stories to tell but that will be another day. We had new friends over for dinner Monday night and didn't get to bed until 2:00...my cerebral cortex is mush. The company left at midnight but all that talk of boats got the juices flowing so hubby and I were on the internet searching for our dreamboat. Hopefully there will be an acquisition before we're in wheelchairs. Don't want to wait until bucket list time to hit the seas. Sailing is for salty, virile men and damsels with a bit of adventure, not crippled, arthritic bodies.
Our new friends sailed here from Owen's Sound, Ontario and invited us aboard for a show and tell of their 30' boat. We really liked them so an invitation to dinner ensued. Mary Doig came by as well but her hubby was home sick. Yvonne and Joe have been mooring in front of Mary's house and that's how we got to know them. Also Yvonne had been following my blog for a bit so she planned to meet me at some point doing the visit. Funny how all the dots connected so easily. Small world!
We had a surf and turf, scallops fried in butter and steak on the BBQ, with the most delectable valley peaches and cream corn. I always used to I always boiled our corn but someone said it was better on the BBQ and they were right. Pull back the husk and take out the hair, reposition the husk and then soak in water for a minute or two and then wrap in heavy foil. The corn will be tender and juicy but not overly wet so it doesn't squirt all over the place when you take a bite. Also, all the flavour is steamed into the corn, not drained out into the water.
I made Smashers, small new potatoes cooked in foil with butter on the BBQ and then loosely cut up and tossed with a mixed of chive, white cheddar and sour cream. We had green fried tomatoes with a sprinkle of brown sugar and cayenne pepper, a Caesar Salad with the dressing I've posted previously and asparagus for a bit of green. What a meal, followed by a gluten free brownie smothered in a homemade chocolate sauce with fresh strawberries and whipped cream.
Our new friends Yvonne and Joe left yesterday afternoon for more coastal exploration but they are coming back to put their boat on the hard for the winter at Gold River Marina before returning to Ontario. We look forward to seeing them again soon!