Time is on my side, yes it is
Now you always say
That you want to be free
But you'll come running back (said you would baby)
You'll come running back (I said so many times before)
You'll come running back to me
Rolling Stones
Where does the time go? It certainly is not on my side. I am so far behind.
One great thing about having a bed and breakfast is when guests return and return and return. It is like the song claims "You'll come running back". Actually, it is only great when you categorically enjoy the guests. Such was the case most recently when Beth and Bob returned for, geez, I have lost count now as to how many times this makes.
Beth is a nursing professor and a lawyer. She was here on a Fulbright a few years back teaching home health nursing. Bob is a retired microbiologist who was a contributing scientist to identifying the coding of DNA chains. I could be wrong about the details. I only just passed microbiology barely, because the Kreb’s Cycle made no sense to me whatsoever. Add to that the gram stains you had to add to some cultures to see the little buggers. Good grief! I spend hours trying to remove some stains, not create them.
Yet again, I digress. Beth and Bob were in one room. In the other corner, in boxing parlance, or the other room as in B and B vernacular, were Dr. Laurel Benson, her sister Karen (a physician’s assistant) and their maternal aunt Marilyn (a retired English teacher). Laurel works with Ron’s, now our grandniece Andrea in Colorado. We met her at Andrea’s wedding in Florence last year. She came to our wedding in April. The three of them had just disembarked from a river cruise and extended their stay in Budapest for another two nights.
This is the general idea of what was going on at our place. Yes, all of the above peeps cared for themselves during the day; we totally sucked up all of their friendliness. Socialization here is feast or famine. During this time, it was a feast.
Speaking of feasts, 9 of us went out for dinner. That is another story entirely.
The negative side to this is their leaving. Yes, we hate to see great guests leave, but we even hate it more when they do so at 4am. We have never let a guest leave without our being there to offer nourishment and to escort them out. Laurel and her clan were up at 4:30 am and the following day, B and B were ready to make their kitchen entrance by 5:30. This really throws off my sleep cycle, which is way out of whack at the best of times.
I am still having problems with the cut on my foot. One would think that with all of the medicos around me, I would partake of my own private clinic. However, being Italian, martyrdom is part of the gene pool. If it gets worse, I will see my regular doctor.
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