Still shooting with the wonderful old Leica glass. I really didn’t go out to take pictures. I was just carrying my camera around. With the Leica glass – that passes for weight training at my age.
And, what’s this with No Work Til Wednesday. Well, I just noticed that the Asylum’s annual budget meeting is tomorrow morning. Now, Carlton would come back from the dead – just bust right out of that little black box he is in – if I miss that meeting. We both agreed that the most important things that are said at such presentations are the things that are not said. And, you can not figure out what wasn’t said from transcripts, notes, or copies of Powerpoint Presentations. So, I must go to the meeting to hear what they don’t say. And, I can not go to the office late – because the granddaughter and her “in a relationship with” are coming to visit. And stay here in the Asylum, until Tuesday.
So, I could actually go to one of the Asylum exercise classes before the meeting tomorrow. We’ll see about that.
A couple of weeks ago, the breakfast cook couldn’t figure out how to make french toast. Today the same cook seemed to be completely baffled by pancakes. He must have left something out. The pancakes looked OK, but when people tried to eat them they sort of disintegrated into sawdust like crumbs. I ordered poached eggs and got hard boiled eggs. I like hard boiled eggs ok – so I just ate them and watched the theater as order after order went back to the kitchen for a do over. (It wasn’t just pancakes that were going back.) Running a short order breakfast grill is an art – but it ain’t rocket science. Tomorrow, I’ll check and so who is behind the grill. If it is the same guy as today – I’ll get oatmeal!