28 February, 2014

Fringe Benefits of Innkeeping

The hospitality industry. That's John's and my line. We're innkeepers. Been at it almost 5 years. Knew going in it would be a lot of work, and that meeting new people would be fun. Just didn't know how many friends we'd make.

Their first visit at Chancey Hill Inn was for one night. We must have passed muster because they've since been back three times for two night stays. I do not take this trust lightly.

When Joe made a reservation to celebrate their 45th wedding anniversary here we felt honored. And humbled. John and I happily anticipated seeing Joe and Pat again. During their visits with us our friendship has evolved. A slow and steady learning and appreciating each other. We're so lucky they gave Chancey Hill Inn a chance.


14 February, 2014

The Day of Love

My daughter sent a text today that wished me a Happy Halloween. It's a long standing joke between us because John always calls Valentine's Day Halloween. He is not kidding. Just sort of Freudian slipping.

John's mother was not the reason I married him, but she certainly sweetened the pot. I adored her. She told me before John and I married that he's a wonderful man, but that there "isn't much romance in Harmon men's souls." She meant hearts and flowers and trilling birds. And in that regard she was right.

John don't do mush. He does, however, check the tread on my tires, let's me out of the car by the front door when it's raining, and asks if I have money when I go someplace without him. I can count on the front outside light being on when I come home after dark, and his using tact when I ask a question whose answer I won't like. No, John is not romantic, but he is caring and thoughtful.

The word romance comes from "of Rome." And really, feeding folks to lions doesn't seem all that loving. I like him just the way he is.

Happy Halloween, Johnny.


07 February, 2014

Cheap or Cheep

When you call someone a bird-brain you might want to be specific. Crows, I've observed, are smart. Not very ethical, but smart.

They steal the shiny little tea light candles from my bird bath every chance they get.

They taught me not to lay my gardening gloves on the ground unattended during a work break. I lost two pairs that way (slow learner I am). Two left feet are one thing - two left-hand gloves are another.

Bullies of the avian world, crows destroy the nests of smaller birds. Some nests are shaken into a pile of sticks. Others are air-jacked to who knows where.

Aesop, the Greek of fable fame, brought home the lesson that "Little by Little Does the Trick," with his tale The Crow and the Pitcher. He, too, must have observed those crows in action.