Day Three

WOOO-weeee what a day!  I was head butted awake at 6:15 by my trusty furry sidekick whose patience has ended for me getting his cart constructed.  Evidently Today was the day that was to be done, or at least begun.  Trust sidekick- also known as Corduroy- is recovering from Lyme and has been 'down'- ie unable to walk, lift his head, etc- for several months now.  We're in week 5 of massive anti-biotics and they are a miracle.  At the beginning of the week he started getting cranky, moving and kicking his front legs A LOT more and generally being displeased that he's not up and moving.  YAY!  Who knew that benig arund cranky dog would be a Wonderful thing, it means he's feeling better. 

So, I got up- he's as big as I am, 120 lbs, 5 feet long, 3 feet something tall, he's a Big Boy.  The cart is to allow me to push him to and from his rehab pool in the backyard and the Jeep without having to toss him over my shoulder in a fireman's carry, which is painful for me after a couple of trips.  So, I took out my stash of drinking straws and made a model.  He didn't like it so I made another one.  It was approved- conditionally- so I made a scale model and then brought in all of the PVC pipe and started cutting.  It was rather large, about the size of our dining room table.  So, I sat down, pondered and scaled it back a bit.  When I had to go into work it was about 70% finished.  I'm going to sleep on it and then take another stab at it tomorrow.

So, I get into work, same ol', same ol' but with my new found commitment to wealthy thoughts I actively sought out stuff to appreciate.  I heard 27 or 28 different languages spoken today.  It hits my love of travel.  I got to play with three babies, several toddlers-are there ANY beings on the planet more sure of themselves than 3 year old children?- Got caught in several seemingly endless frappaccino blizzards-I'm trying not to hate caramel frappaccinos but, alas that may be a losing battle- we made drinks, we cleaned, blah, blah, blah.  Then Ez- a 20 year old kid I work with- said the "B" word.  "B" word as in "I'm Bored"  ARG!!!!  I threw ice a him in punishment.  He always forgets that the Gods LOVE it when you say the "B" word, they send every nut job, crazy in a 100 miles.  Nature abhors a vaccuum as well as boredom.  I could have killed him.

So, the latter part of the night was spent in simple survival mode.  Top three crazy people- 3.  Teeny bopper girl who asked if our coffee had caffeine in it, you know the stuff that keeps you awake?  2.  Woman comes in and says that she's there to pick up her coffee order.  We have nothing scheduled, I made the requisite phone calls, get nothing but tell her we can do coffee for 300, no problem it'll just take me a few minutes to fill the cambros.  She leaves to go and make sure she has the right place.  Another woman comes in, asks to pick up her coffee order, we repeat.  She then asks for our phone number, I give it to her.  She walks out of the store and CALLS US to place her coffee order While She's Standing Outside our Front Door.  I explain that she's just spoken to me, I'm the one that gave her our phone number, she replies that she finds it easier to place orders over the phone.  I'm literally standing 15 feet from her talking to her on the phone.  No words.  1.  There is a young girl and boy who fuse themselves together in the comfy chairs for days at a time in our store, open to close they are in one of the comfy chairs making out.  An older gentleman came in tonight, walked up the girl, tapped her shoulder and asked, "Did you think I wouldn't find out?"  We popped our heads up to check out the drama.  Girl rushes after dad, dramatic discussion held too low for us to hear, darn it, Dad ends the conversation by telling her to "Go get your brother, we're leaving."  Girl walks back to boy she has been in a six month lip lock with and says, "Come on Dad says we have to go home now."  After we got over the pure Ick Factor I'm not sure who broke the speed limit texting everyone else, me or Ez.  Group ICK Dance followed.

So, long day, 10 hours serving coffee to the "Special People" and I come home.  Himself is still mildly annoyed that his cart hasn't been completed- me without my magic wand, kisses his nose.  I reach down to help him get up and HE SITS UP ON HIS OWN!  With one thrust of his front legs, he's SITTING UP!  I, of course, go ballistic hooting and hollaring and he winks at me, like he's been planning that move all day.  Tonight I am wealthy beyond count.  NO ONE is richer than I am tonight.  My boy can sit up on his own.  NO ONE COULD BE Richer than I am tonight.

Ahhhh, bliss.