|Clematis from the fence surrounding our ugly transformer in front of our house|
Last night was pretty busy at the hotel in preparation for the first big summer weekend. School let out yesterday and that usually releases the flood gates of the parents 'getting away from it all' and going to the beach with the kiddies. No complaints from this quarter, the tourists are our main industry and the reason I have this wonderful job at the hotel where I work in Lewes. This weekend will be busy, next weekend even more so.
So while the hotel guests are stopping at the front desk asking "How do you pronounced 'L-E-W-E-S?" For those of your uninformed Lewes is pronounced the same as Jerry Lewis's last name and the maiden name of my paternal grandmother Hester Lewis (I'm no relation to Jerry Lewis, that's not his real name in case you're were wondering). Occasionally, when I'm rambunctious, I'll tell them that Lewes is pronounced "Loos". That's always a conversation starter when they return from their walk around quaint old Lewes ("First Town in the First State" - hey, someplace has to be the first) and correct me. A little hotel front desk humor here.
Well, as you can see I have no weighty subjects I'm discussing today. As a matter of fact I've been thinking of doing a blog posting about how my blog subjects have
In fact, in light of the Weiner Scandal, I'm more resolved than ever to be a Good Little Boy and behave myself as far as my blog subjects go.
Of course I have a self-imposed rule posting about the current political climate. I think most of my regular readers know that I'm a flaming liberal ("progressive" is what we call liberals now days) so there isn't much point of me hammering home the stupidity of the current version of the Republican Party and their attempts to totally privative government and do away with all the social safety net programs like Medicare and Social Security. Oh how I would love to jump into that contentious pool of controversy but I fear I will change no minds, only harder people's resolve in their rigid views. So I'm not going there.
My best bet these days is to post pictures of flowers (which I love doing) and keeping you all apprised of my retirement activities. I hope all that is not too boring to you all. This will have to do until I can think of something more interesting to so yet not offend anyone or freak them out like Mr. Weiner did with his Twitter postings. Oh don't worry, I don't have any pictures of moi floating around the Internet. No way. I'm still dumbfounded at the stupidity of Anthony Weiner. The same question keeps coming back to me....why? Oh well, this is a subject that will be discussed at length by folks who are a lot more articulate and knowledgeable than me about human sexuality. All I know is what turns me on and I want to keep that private. I have no need to blast myself all over the Internet to strangers. Again, the question is "Why?"
Well, I have the potatoes cooking on the stove (more potato salad - I live on potato salad in the summer) and lunch time is coming up. After a short nap I'll transplant the Asiatic lilies that I purchased this morning from the East Coast Garden Center in Millsboro. Now there is my 'addiction'...garden centers. Scandal!
Tomorrow we're (my friend Bob C. and I) are talking the Old People's Bus to Washington D.C. for their "Smithsonian Trip." I'll stop by the Smithsonian but mainly I'm looking forward to walking around Washington for the day and taking pictures. Next month I have a trip planned for New York City called "A Day in New York." I haven't been to NYC since 1993 when I took business trip to Chase Manhatten Bank, just down the street form the World Trade Center. It's going to be eerie to see where the WTC was located. I haven't been to NYC since 9/11.
On the 29th I again take the Old People's Bus (Adult Plus out of Georgetown, DE) to visit Philadelphia, my old stomping grounds. The trip is to the Reading Market but once I get off the bus I roam around center city Philly, trying to relieve the memories of my Fabulous Youth. I even visit my former home at 24th and Naudain. I've often wondered how my life would have turned out had I never moved in 1980. So long ago.
Have a great day everyone!