Cameras ........ I Need Cameras

The internet is still iffy out here in the middle of nowhere in the great state of Missouri (or misery) I can sometimes open other blogs I like to read and even comment. Commenting requires a lot of patience, though. I am long on patience and short on time, due to constant interruptions.





After talking to three different men at Sprint and explaining the problem, he who handles the phones and the internet accounts talked to a woman this morning. Oddly enough, she was able to ascertain the necessary solution to the problem. She put in a work order for an engineer to come out to the tower and do whatever it is that engineers do. It has been determined that lightning struck the tower during the a thunderstorm and now the triangulation is off. He who has chatted to all these folks incessantly found it amazing that a woman would be the one to get to the root of the problem. Last night's call involved some long drawn out down load of software and I was scolded for having the TV too loud, so I went to bed to watch TV.





Aside from the internet problems, business is slow. Fuel prices and the current economic situation has conspired to make for a very slow season. Today the pool is busy. Good and bad. I will have to patrol the area constantly to make sure every one is folowing my rules. The young woman who just came in with cigarette dangling from her lips is my target today. I have a sign at every entrance to the building that says NO SMOKING. Nowadays most places do. So she saunters in and inhales deeply and as I am telling her that you cannot smoke in here she exhales as she very slowly makes her way to the door. She doesn't look old enough to vote, and had that youthful insolence that I detest. Not a really good idea to rile the lady behind the desk. One could be ejected as the lady behind the desk is watching the smoker with an attitude.





The swimmers started arriving before the pool opened and my confinement began almost an hour early. As if that wasn't enough to make me crabby, the restrooms were really disgusting today. Food waste in the trashcans, causing a trail of ants. The mens room was especially bad. It looked like someone had a haircut and I hope all that curly hair was from a beard. Really, it looked like Osama had a good clipping in there. The sink was covered and the lid to the trashcan had hair all over it. Things I never want to touch. Everything has been thoroughly bleached now, including the trashcan.





Another Easter lily bloomed and was quite magnificent until someone yanked it off and tossed it to the ground. Cameras. I need surveillence cameras everywhere. We have one on the night check-in area ..... or we did. I need to check and make sure it is still there. It is all set up so that we can watch the front of the building on the TV in our bedroom. Right after he who installs such gadgets set it up, he spent many sleepless hours watching the grainy image of the front parking lot and front door. I would wake and see it on the TV. He wanted to leave it on all night, but I like darkness when sleeping. He soon tired of it and went on to another project. I should take a look and see if the camera is still there.





I think there might be some sort of law preventing me from putting cameras in the bathrooms, but I think one outside the doors would be nice. Then I could see who is taking all the bath tissue and paper towels. So ..... say I see the culprit on the screen. Do I just march over to their camper/tent and knock/call out and demand my paper product back? Or .......... do I create a bill and present it to them? Maybe, if I see it while they are taking it, I could intercept them, red-handed, so to speak. Will they run with their stolen paper and quickly leave the campground? Will I have to tackle them to the ground and wrestle for my toilet paper? I like to anticipate and think ahead.





I had a nice surprise in the mail from a follower. I would love to post pictures, but that won't be possible until the engineer tinkers with the dish atop the tower. I don't think he has to actually climb the tower and manually turn the thing this way and that way while asking "Can you hear me now?". There is a little building on the ground beside this tower of satellites and I suppose he will be inside doing his engineering. As soon as this happens I will be posting some pictures. Just a little teaser to pique your interest.





I am off to make my walk round the poolside. Last time I did this I found many violations and just gave warnings. I admit that I did ask one father "What is wrong with you?", as he was encouraging his children to dive. There are signs posted that warn against this. The pool is only 6 feet deep at the deepest point. I suppose that the minute your feet touch the water, you become illiterate