Becoming "Thee Owner"

Something I didn't think about.
Clogged toilets. Water overflowing. Won't stop. Seeping. Creeping. Flowing beyond. Frustration, Fear, & Forgotten.
Yes, I forgot about these details of being your own Boss. You are the Boss, You are funnyily enough, the only person who knows how to clean up this mess. No one else will. In my case, no one else could!
Having rocked the second full week with so many gracious & kind folks,  Sunday Brunch came & my visitors tripled from the First Sunday & my girls of Zoe, Erin & Laura Shands & I took on the late morning patrons. & if I may add, these 3 Ladies for being inexperienced & more than cooperative, really & truly did one hell of a fine job of assisting me WHEN NONE of US could possibly KNOW WHAT TO EXPECT!!
I couldn't have done it without them. Indeed, I would've been in the Weeds! & My Gratitude is Endless for These Little Luvs. I love them all so much!

Over the two weeks I've listened to many things.
Requests, suggestions, advice, ideas, praise, harrassment, laughter, encouragement, rumors, reprimands, opinions...& so forth.
I try to take as much of it in & use what I need & leave the rest behind, as I make decisions, paint signs, plan the menu, sweep the floor, cook food, wash the dishes, unclog toilets, & STICK TO MY OWN GUNS!!! 
Really, if you want to know, I don't even have any guns ;) I'm just doing it. Going along & making it up as I go with what feels right. I don't have some master plan other than, cooking good food, spreading good vibes, playing good music, making the place cozy & being as hospitable as one should be when nice folks walk through my door.
That's really it.
Its like you are coming over. To my House.
For Dinner. For Music. For Conversation. For Fun. When you leave, I want you to feel good, & I want you to come back!
Whether you're coming on the mornings of Breakfast or on the Day of Bagels, or Lunch on one of the Afternoons, or Pizza Night or World Cafe Dinner Night, I will be preparing & cooking your Food!
I am Your Hostess, Your Baketress (my newest made up word;), Your Cheftress(my old made up word;), & Your Part Time Waitress! 
I didn't do this so someone else could take over my kitchen! And as I see how this is going to go, I hope that everyone is patient & kind.
I'm operating this as a mostly One Woman Show People! with an occasionaly back up of my family & friends, inexperienced at times;) & connecting with you means a lot to me. I can't cook you good food if I can't connect with you! So let me humanly connect! That means, if you've arrived & you see we're quite busy, Practice Patience & know that I will make it worth your while of wait! We're not about Fast Take Out here! (saving that for the Take Out Window!)

We're about doing what's Humanly Possible in this Particular Setting That We Are All Creating! 

As I prepare the Plans for Week #3, I cannot believe how excited I am to just do it! Not to mention The New Oven Brush & how thrilled Chef Rico will be!
I find it very rewarding being on my own, & deeply gratifying. Its a great feeling that many times in the quiet solitude of the kitchen, I find myself reflecting in wonderment sprinkled with satisfying exhaustion ;)

Now speaking of exhaustion. I have Yet Another Saab Story. 
For those that know me, you know about ALL of my Saab Stories. Just this year alone, The Saab Story escualated to a grand total of?? Well, let;s not mention it least I throw a tantrum...or something ;)
So the latest Saab Saga had me carless the night before Opening. Yes, tears, tears, Oh, more tears streamed down my cheeks as I once again, questioned my Sane or Not Sane Decisions of Opening? wha?? A Restaurant? With not even a few pennies to do so as I've spent the income tax return on The Veins & Arteries Of Said Saab 9-5.  

So as I approached week # 2 of borrowing yet another friend's car for an abnormal amount of time & headed to Rutland to detail the borrowed car, I arrived to Rick's only to hear the tale of The Burning Flames Splaying From Said Saab.
No? Are you Kidding? really? Not that SAAB. Well, combusting with Smoke as it would be, The Saab sat at Adirondack awaiting? What? I'm not really sure anymore. So, in come the 16 year old Honda Accord.
From my earliest days of driving, well, I didn't really have a license, but I was convincing(or controlling-you decide;) enough to persuade one of my Very Bestest Friends of My Youth, Matt Badertscher to let me drive his Honda Accord. It was sleek. It was fast. It was his. And he was after-all, my Best Friend, so DUH! of Course he would let me drive it! I mean, if i could handle driving his Dad's Brown Buick, by all means, this was no Biggie!! Ha!!  & No License?? Ah! the good ol'days!


So today, I got into the Accord which smells of cat poop. Yes, one sweet 25# Bag of cat poop was left in the trunk by the previous owner. He said it was garbage. Yeah, Garbage.
Now I don't have one tiny little part of me that shares any love for Cats with The Cat People of The World. I've tried, & it just isn't in me, no offense. I am also allergic & thus my lack of affection is worthy.

Surprisingly, or not, I put between 15-25 lbs of Air in ALL THE TIRES & I was on my way to being a Honda Owner, again, reflecting upon memories of my ol'pal Matt & to my very first brand new car ever, a Honda Civic, bought only because The Badertscher Honda Influence ;)  

With some luck, perhaps I can go atleast a month without visiting the nearest Mechanic & paying them my Life's Earnings.

Tomorrow begins Week #3

I can't wait! Its Breakfast & Pizza Night!!!   
On the Menu for the Morning Rush: Bagels, Croissants, A Sweet Apple Pastry, Timeless Wisdom Fresh Eggs, Bacon, Fresh FarmStyle Loaves of Bread & Stony Brook Grown Breakfast Potatoes. 
Pizza? 
Needs no Introduction! 

This week, I will also have Apple Pie & Chocolate Mocha Cupcakes & Oatmeal Raisin Cookies Available for The Sweet in All of You. 

See You There!