Sand Bagging

Well, after we got the winter damage repaired, we got back to business as I wrote last month. Made it through a few more holidays, Edna's fit over dish towels, and here it's almost Easter. Never much traffic Easter night so we'll just be serving our Leftovers Special and sandwiches. The big bash will be the midday buffet. Edna promises a surprise and not even I know what it will be and I do most of the ordering. Of course with Edna the surprise could be anything from napkins that glow in the dark to a guest appearance by the big bunny himself. Maybe a dessert pizza. I don't know.

The towel fit was right after the incident of the sponge. (See last month's entry.) Edna saw a damp dish towel on a counter and called a special all staff meeting. "This," she said "is a dish towel. Do not call a dish towel a dish rag and do not ever wear a dish towel. Do not ever leave a wet dish towel in a lump any where. You will treat all cafe dish towels with love and respect. Take care of your dish towel and it will take care of you! That is all." And it was, the end of the subject, that is.

About the sand bagging: after all that snow we had a lot of heat and that meant a lot of snow melt. So the county rallied all sorts of volunteers to sand bag the west section of Center Lake. As it turns out, the effort wasn't needed and then a flood of volunteers retrieved the sand bags. County came up with a special Adopt-A-Bag program. Now people can take them home and use them if they promise to turn out with the sand bags next time they're needed. Arthur Bridge and John Jimson were talking about the fine effort that went on, but Arthur noted it was a good thing the sanding wasn't needed. Why? "Well," says Arthur, "it never floods by the west section." Come to think of it, he's right.

Glad you came by,
Jenn