Spud City

That's what it feels like here since the potato peeler quit last week so Earl and a buddy of his from the Navy or something took three days taking it apart, chasing after a rebuilt motor and getting it all put back together. Earl swears it works better than new but I don't think any of us is old enough to know. While they were doing that we were peeling potatoes by hand. Edna says there's no compromise when it comes to her mashed potatoes. No compromise, but my hands positively surrender. Glad the old klunker is back in service so that Maeve can have off on Friday. She alawys looks forward to the door buster sale at Dorkmeier's Department Store in Dulcinea.

Then there was the ladder project because of the one the guys bought at Q & C just doesn't work so Edna told them to get one that did. Meaning what? "Meaning," Edna says, "one that doesn't tear the store room up when you try to change a light bulb. That's what!" We almost lost a shelf of pickles and mustard with that ladder that was too big for the store room. Heck it was too big for the entire diner. She said we could probably sell the ladder to the fire department for ice rescues. People do enough totally stupid stuff on Lake Center so that they usually need one a couple times a winter at least.

We're getting excited about the Thanksgiving blow out here. So if you're going to be somewhere else, we'll think of you. From here at the cafe, "Happy Thanksgiving."

Jenn