I have spent the entire new year battling incessant indigestion. I figured that maybe the cream puff, chocolate eclair eating marathon may have been the culprit. They were mini, okay. They were left over from the party and the men were sharing the wii with Yvonne and I and there they were ......... needing to be eaten. Waste not, want not and all that. I have no idea just how many of those tiny delectable treats I popped into my mouth between turns, but, we won't be throwing any away. I really think I should be better by now, though. I am only eating things easy on the stomach and still having problems, though. I don't know that I will ever eat another cream puff again .........
Fortunately, he who scores higher than me in wii bowling is feeling fine. I say fortunately because we have a major water issue going on. I feel guilty sitting here (writhing in pain...sort of) while he is out in the cold encountering problem after problem. He had to rent a trencher to expose the offending pipe and discovered a concrete slab around the pipe several feet down. He had to go 7 feet down to find the leak. Three leaks. The sump pump died. Had to rent one. Then discovered that all the couplings, etc. he bought are the wrong size. Off to the hardware store he goes .......... again.
So, here I sit carefully sipping my coffee after a night filled with the most horrible indigestion I have ever had. I am bleary eyed from lack of sleep and am thankful we are not busy in the park. But, I hear the chime that alerts me when someone tries to enter the store. I am not open yet, but due to the cold morning I have pulled a set of velour pants and jacket over my pj's, so I open the house door to see what the person might want. It is a mother and daughter looking for a wedding location.
Wondering what made them stop here, I tell them I will meet them in the store and go round to let them in. I do have wonderful gardens in the spring all the way til the first freeze, but right now things are looking pretty bleak. The material that provides shade on the pavilion has been ripped away by the wind and is hanging in ragged pieces from the frame. But, they look like they are in for a low budget wedding and maybe all their guests are campers. They drove into the park, right past all the signs with our park name and logo on them. It is obvious that this is an RV park, since about 30 of them are sitting on sites. The mother of the duo wants to know if it is okay if they have a wedding here and also wants to know where the cave is. They think they are at Graham Cave State Park. They want really low budget. Like free. So I tell them they need to get back on the road and drive another mile and then they will see the sign (can't help myself) that will tell them where they are. My stomach is making audible noises and all I want to do is curl up in a fetal position and succumb to my misery. But, wait, they now want to know if I think they will be allowed to hold a ceremony there. Do I know if there is someone manning the office in the state park ............ I finally push them out the door.
Phone rang yesterday. I answered with my perky voice and the man says "Are you open?" I tell him that I am indeed open. No, he says, he wants to know if the campground is open. I tell him that we are open year round. He tells me that he is traveling south from Minnesota and will need a site. I tell him that I have full hook up sites available and he barks that he only needs electric to run his heater. He tells me he has a Class A and is carrying his own water, that he bought a Class A just so that he would have everything he needed except electricity. Feeling well informed, I am about to tell him that I also have plenty of electric sites when he demands to know what I charge. I tell him what the rate is and he goes ballistic and starts shouting at me about my rates. He says that I am over priced. I don't know why, but I felt the need to defend myself and told him that my rates were comparable to similar parks in my area and that in fact, I was the lowest. He then informed me that the state park was considerably lower and the he would be staying there. All he needs is a place to plug in. He will not need my hot showers! Why do I think he bought a Class A?????? BAM. He hung up. Before I could tell him where to park his Class A.
I have the 'CLOSED" sign in the store. The answering machine can handle calls. I am going back to bed.