If Your Child Has A Goatee ......

Okay, if your child has a goatee ........... he is an adult! The holiday weekend is here. I awoke bright and early with hope in my heart. I have very few sites left. I had some cancellations due to weather (which, by the way is beautiful). The weather has been wet and scary all week.

I have spent more time than I want to remember huddled in the hallway floor with my laptop and my dogs. So much so that I have decided I need a little seating area in there! Maybe a little seat that will fold into the wall like the seat the airline attendants sit in for take-off and landing. The first time in the hall I sat on the bare floor with dogs in my lap. I am a quick learner, though and thereafter I took a blanket and my laptop. The floor was hard and it was boring.

The tornadoes that touched down all around us left us with wet grounds and very little damage, so we have much to be thankful for. The temperature has vacillated wildly this week and it was down in the 40's last night. Yesterday was chilly, but it is slowly rising today and if the forecast is to be believed, we will have a lovely holiday weekend.

We, did I say we? I will have a very busy weekend. My blood pressure is now under control and my body has become familiar with the drug now and the only side effect I am having is loss of appetite. That alone is cause for celebration!! I am baking the giant chocolate chip cookies today and will be popping corn for all those arrivals this afternoon. After noon. Check-in is after noon. I repeat this to each and every reservation I take. Check-out is noon, therefore check-in is after noon. It even makes sense. I know it is not like a hotel room that must be cleaned between visitors, but if everyone decided to come in early and hang out in my very large parking lot until their site was empty, we would have a traffic problem.

So, as I am brushing my teeth and trying to decide between shorts or capris (truly a dilemma), my dogs start to bark and growl. They are pretty much used to the comings and goings of campers and only do this when they feel their territory is being threatened. Like, say, some people gaping at them through the windows, trying to see if their is anyone in my house, since it is only 8 am and the store is not open yet. They don't like that. They know their mistress is still not ready fro the public and they really don't like anyone peering into their private sanctum (their mistress is not fond of this activity, either).

So, I open the door to the people milling around the parking area. "We're early!" says the man, when I ask if I can be of assistance. I look at him blankly and ask again if I can help him (this is a skill taught to me by my sister ...... she has perfected the "I am superior to you in every way" look). He says "We are here for our spot ........... I think it is number 93." Check-in is not until noon, but I will see if your site is available. "We like to get in early." he says. I see that, but I don't open until 9 and check-out is not until noon, so it would stand to reason that check-in would not be until the people in before you have a chance to wake up and pull out. He looks at me like I have three eyes. I have apparently confused him with my reasoning. Come on in to the store and let me see which site I have assigned you (all the while hoping that they are at the wrong campground). "93, I think it is 93" he says, adding to my fantasy of them being in the wrong campground, since I don't have a site 93. Hope is dashed when I ask for the name and I see that they will be in site 68.

I checked them in, after explaining that the 18 year old son with the goatee has to be considered an adult. This does not bode well for my day as I am contemplating a second cup of coffee before I go tackle the restrooms. Yes, I deserve another cup of caffeine.