I’ve been in New York running our Croton inn for a week, eagerly awaiting the phone call from Cyd and Jonathan about the baby. Nothing yet, but I got this picture of her on a ladder with a drill in her hand, putting up a window shade. Seems like nesting behavior to me. Hope labor is not far away.
On the weekend, I had a wonderful, three generation, family taking my inn-keeping course. It was so much fun sharing the many stories of guests who have come and gone.(no names, of course) They learned how much fun and work it is to be an innkeeper. Innkeeping is a generalist’s job in an age of specialists. Most folks who take my class have experience with some aspects of what will be needed to do this and are new at others. Not many are comfortable in the kitchen and at the keyboard. This family has lots of experience and I feel would be good at this job. I’ll be interested to see what steps they take next.
Snow Monday morning reminded me that winter isn’t over yet, but the phone is ringing and all those with cabin fever, who have been afraid to take their cars out of those prized parking spaces in the outer boroughs are finally planning their trips. For the brave ones who have fantasies of a romantic weekend in front of the fire, we just got in the next pallet of firewood. For those not so brave, may I suggest trip insurance. It’s cheap and allows you to cancel without financial repercussions should there be one more storm.
Tom’s been enjoying a week away from the inn, recharging his batteries and he and I will be dreaming of planting pansies by the end of next month.