Sunday, September 7, 2014

The Summer So Far

The weatherman said yesterday, "hot and sticky today followed by thunderstorms tonight and then summer's over."  What?  I don't know about you but I think that's taking weather reporting a step too far.  Summer's over?  Who is this guy?  My summer's not over and I'll thank him to stick to
THE WEATHER, nevermind the godly pronouncements.  Admittedly, it feels more like Maine and a little less like Guatemala today but that is a good thing. 

The guests come, the guests go.  Some of them write nice things in my guest book.  Some of them carve their name in the child's bunk.  Yes.  I KNOW WHO YOU ARE because you wrote your name, your parents' names, your brother's name and for good measure, the name of your imaginary friend.  A couple who had faced down a terrible illness last year sat in our Adirondack chairs and drank in the view they never thought they'd see together again while another complained about the raucous geese waking them in the morning. They wake me too and I feel  sorry for people so used to an alarm clock that the world waking them up is a nuisance.  I'm not a terribly hands on innkeeper.  I try to be available to my guests as needed,  but for the most part I work behind the scenes at providing a memorable visit for them.  I wonder sometimes if they know how much I learn and am touched by their brief appearance in my world.