On Saturday we went back to work. There a great degree of satisfaction I get by trying to make each plate I serve somewhat of a work of art. I amused myself with the little things like folding each omelet exactly the same so their symmetry is apparent on the plate. Ryan surprised us with a visit after work and stated as a homage for Father’s Day he was going to stay the night and spend some quality time with us. We built the mandatory campfire and shared stories of our earlier years when we started to force our kids into weekend tents, eventually graduating to a pop up. I like to call those the ‘innocent years’, when we were naive, oblivious to pressures, and rich in time but not money. We knew if we wanted our kids to see the country it would have to be RVing as we would never be able to afford all those hotels. Life is much different now, better in many ways but we’ll never forget those trips that make us who we are. It was good to reach back to yesteryear for awhile.
On Sunday, we put out a buffet Father’s Day breakfast at the Cafe. Sausage, bacon, home fries, eggs, toast and fruit were the main menu entrees. Mike and Vicki came in to assist as servers and we couldn’t have been happier with their help. Even though we didn’t have to take any special orders we did serve 170 campers for the morning brunch. As many hungry patrons as there were, the entire event went off without a hitch. The only down side was the fact that its was hot as Lady Gaga in Yankee pinstripes and bikinis. I have to laugh when people tell me how hot and humid the Southeast gets in the summer. By 9:30 my shirt is literally soaked here. I can’t believe the humidity gets much worse anywhere. The brunch was a plus in that after it ended at 11 a.m. the remainder of our work day was relatively slow. By 2:30 we were in the pool trying to lower our body temps. Ryan and I chatted about my upcoming visit to Pittsburgh and although he’s not yet a father, his words to me were soothing and reassuring. Its great each time that I am aware how the student becomes the master. This week we plan on heading back to UPMC in Pittsburgh. The decision to wait on adjustments to my brain have taken on a new life. I’ll explain in the next post.
I do not like cliffhangers Larry!
And sometimes our childrens’ wisdom is of great comfort to us…….like a blanket…….it’s learned behavior, Daddn”