It’s been a while since my last posting, but work and a slowly reviving nursery have left me with little time for much else.
Mentally, things are going pretty nice, but the restaurant has gotten crazy in the last two months. While I’m still cruising close to the 40 hour/week mark, I feel like I’m *always* working. I have a 10 hour shift every Monday, an 8 1/2 hour shift on Friday (which means closing on the busiest night of the week — sometimes that 8 1/2 hours expands to more like 9 1/2). And on top of that, Sunday is one of our only three closed days (Christmas, Thanksgiving and Easter) and to keep my hours up, I worked a 6 straight days this week with 5 closes. Ah, but I did get a pay raise (making *nearly* $11/hour).
Nursery is starting to come alive and Eileen’s first plant sale is less than three weeks away and that means when I’m not cooking, I’m planting and cleaning up plants.
Still knitting a tiny bit, just so I can say I’m doing it. Nothing of interest to report.
Yesterday was my 61st birthday and I spent it working. I’m closing the restaurant tonight, but I’ve got the whole weekend off and I intend to sleep in late tomorrow and then see if I can find a good way to celebrate.
Don’t Mess With The Old Guy
An old prospector walks his tired old mule into a western town one day. He’d been out in the desert for about six months without a drop of whiskey. He walked up to the first saloon he came to and tied his old mule to the hitch rail. As he stood there brushing some of the dust from his face and clothes, a young gunslinger walked out of the saloon with a gun in one hand and a bottle of whiskey in the other. The young gunslinger looked at the old man and laughed, saying, “Hey old man, have you ever danced?” The old man looked up at the gunslinger and said, “No, I never did dance. I just never wanted to.” A crowd had gathered by then and the gunslinger said, “Well, you old fool, you’re gonna’ dance now,” and started shooting at the old man’s feet. The old prospector was hopping around and everybody was laughing.
When the gunslinger fired his last bullet, he holstered his gun and turned around to go back into the saloon. The old man reached up on the mule, drew his shotgun, and pulled both hammers back making a double clicking sound. The gunslinger heard the sound and everything got quiet. The crowd watched as the gunslinger slowly turned around looking down both barrels of the shotgun. The old man asked, “Did you ever kiss a mule square on the ass?” The gunslinger swallowed hard and said, “No. But I’ve always wanted to.”
The lessons from this story are:
1. Don’t waste ammunition.
2. Don’t mess with old guys.
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