“The last stroke of midnight dies.

All day in the one chair

From dream to dream and rhyme to rhyme I have ranged

In rambling talk with an image of air:

Vague memories, nothing but memories.”  — William Butler Yeats

I’ve been ignoring the call of my laptop for days.  This morning I started to ramble on when my connection was dropped so I had to wait for the host/server to come back to life.  Maybe it was a sign?

Yep! It’s kind of like that!

Sometimes, the old noggin just needs a little break, clear out the cobwebs so-to-speak.  It’s not exactly writer’s blogger’s block, but rather something akin to it.  There’s a need to let the little brain hamster step out of the spinning wheel for a bit and catch its breath.  That, and I’ve been tackling a spring cleaning project which gave me an outlet to think other thoughts, thoughts out of the ordinary, thoughts that ramble through my brain.  You get those, right?!  Doesn’t everyone?!  Please tell me they do.

I have a friend who is currently in Paris and as I sneeze my way through spring here in southern Oregon, I am imagining spring in Paris.  I’d still be sneezing, but I’d be in Paris.  The same philosophy applied when we traveled to Paris in January 2013.  We could be cold in southern Oregon, or we could be cold in Paris.  We chose to be cold in Paris.  It was all kinds of fabulous.

Picture perfect – Montmarte in the snow!

When we moved to Oregon just over 3 years ago, too many boxes ended up in the attic.  It’s time.  Hence the spring cleaning project.  I have a huge collection of Department 56 – Heritage Village Collection.  I’ve decided 3 years of being held hostage in the attic is long enough, time to let them go.  We have nowhere to display them so after we take inventory, we will figure out how to sell the collection.

This is just 1/2 of the collection

You know how you get way too much junk mail?  It’s 68.3% worse when you own a business because everyone wants to sell you something.  It gets to the point you block the phone calls and you automatically recycle the mail.  Until 1 day when you discover – on tax day no less – that your cable company has switched to a digital system and now you must have a magic box for every television in your home and on tax day, you will have no cable signal without the magic box.  They weren’t kidding.  We have 8 televisions in the inn.  And then to add insult to injury, the cable company (the only 1 in the valley) sends a rookie tech – literally 1st day on the job – and as Abi said, he didn’t know shit Jack.  Lesson learned.  Read the junk mail.  Oh, and did they forget to mention for every magic box there is an additional magic monthly charge?

Two trips to the cable company, one rookie tech, and Abi is the one installing all of the magic boxes.

I looked at the calendar this morning and realized Easter is this Sunday.  Just 4 days from now.  How can that be?

Ya gotta love it!

Word Press is asking me to select a keyword for this post in order to optimize traffic to the site.  How about, insanity?  Nah, just another day in the life of this innkeeper.

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