Wednesday's child

Here's an excerpt from the weekly restaurant email newsletter my boss sends out.

"I have some news that you aren't going to like.  After nine years of restaurant ownership, G. is ready to "retire" and try a 9 to 5 job where he gets a regular paycheck and, more importantly, regular vacations.  Currently, if G. wants to go home to Italy to see his family, we have to close the restaurant...and since we can't afford to do that, he just doesn't get to go.  Even long weekends are difficult.  We have an excellent sous chef in J., who has been a Godsend to our restaurant, but no one chef can handle our weekend business by himself.

"So we are going to sell the business - but PLEASE don't stop coming, thinking we are closed!...It could take a couple of years to find the right buyer; we are looking for someone to continue a like business who will employ our well-trained staff.  We are committed to working with the new owner in order to make the transition a smooth one.  In fact, if you know someone who has always wanted a restaurant (or a bakery - we need a bakery, don't we?), send them our way.  Remember, WE ARE OPEN UNTIL YOU GET AN EMAIL FROM ME SAYING OTHERWISE."

[Italics & bold mine.] So it's official. The part about continuing to employ the well-trained staff (namely, B., J., & me) is encouraging. We shall see.

My mom is down at my brother & SIL's house in SC babysitting my niece & nephew. Nephew has to have minor surgery to put tubes in his ears on Friday. It's sad that he has to go through this, but hopefully it will put a stop to the constant battle with ear infections. Poor kid.

We had some pretty severe weather in NC & SC yesterday. Downpours, high winds, and lightning. I was at work, and the streetlights went out. It was a bit eerie. Also, the lights in the restaurant flickered a few times, & we thought we were going to lose power, but thankfully that didn't happen. I was talking to my mom last night before I went to bed, and she said, "Hang on a second, Matt (my brother) says that the basketball goal fell on my car." We thought he was joking at first because that's exactly like a prank he would pull. Unfortunately, the bball goal had blown onto my mom's car! It dented the right side above the window, but thankfully the window survived intact. Whew! Strange happenings.

Album of the day:

Sticky Fingers

The Rolling Stones