Call me a crab, but what has happened to discipline in this country? This weekend wins the award for the noise and chaos disaster of the year. That’s what you get when you combine 10-year old boys, sugar, computers, and no adult supervision. Where were the chaperones you might wonder? They were elsewhere having a good time. Ever try explaining to a drunken adult why they need to control their charges? Well, at least I know I’m not the only crabby person who expects people to have a little consideration for other
guests. We had our fair share of guests to complain about the decibel level and the amount of kids wandering around unsupervised. We still have another day to go before they leave. But, they’ll come back because everybody had such a good time. You know they will. Dammit.
Do to three hours of sleep I came down to breakfast unfit to be civil to anyone. So, I’m a touch, touchy today. Still, I managed to finish my project and print it. I actually contemplated taking the day off. I contemplated it, but I didn’t do it. I’m too disciplined. I wonder if there’s a grey area that exists someplace in between being too disciplined, and the apparent total lack thereof, that appears in many people’s behavior in public. It seems to be more and more acceptable for people to show little, to no respect for the property of other’s. Americans have become an anything goes society, spurred on by a generation used to immediate gratification. I do know they think nothing of damaging hotel rooms and annoying other guests, and do it with a self-confident air of indifference. Or, is that ignorance? Like the woman who spoke very loudly on her cell phone, non-stop for 16 hours on a train ride, who refused to comply, then said she felt disrespected when she was put off the train at the next stop. Are you kidding me? Ever go to look at a house for sale where the owners have already moved out to find potential buyers have left a fragrant present in the toilet or kitchen? Does it have to take a tornado or other natural disaster before people decide to behave with civility and thoughtfulness to each other? Nuf said.
Fortunately, my day improved immensely. The Chef made me a delicious Philly steak sandwich for lunch that rivaled, well Philadelphia. He served it on this ‘to die for’bread that was pleasantly crunchy. It had sautéed peppers, onions, tomatoes and melted provolone cheese, and it was served with a boom-boom sauce that warmed the cockles of my stomach down to my toes. I’m saying it was spicy hot. Not as hot as the mole I ate last weekend, but it ran a close second. It could just be my taste buds. For starters, the sauce definitely added to the overall enjoyment of the sandwich, by leaving a distinctively nice after-flavor in my mouth. I’ll have to let you know tomorrow though, how it ended.
guests. We had our fair share of guests to complain about the decibel level and the amount of kids wandering around unsupervised. We still have another day to go before they leave. But, they’ll come back because everybody had such a good time. You know they will. Dammit.
Do to three hours of sleep I came down to breakfast unfit to be civil to anyone. So, I’m a touch, touchy today. Still, I managed to finish my project and print it. I actually contemplated taking the day off. I contemplated it, but I didn’t do it. I’m too disciplined. I wonder if there’s a grey area that exists someplace in between being too disciplined, and the apparent total lack thereof, that appears in many people’s behavior in public. It seems to be more and more acceptable for people to show little, to no respect for the property of other’s. Americans have become an anything goes society, spurred on by a generation used to immediate gratification. I do know they think nothing of damaging hotel rooms and annoying other guests, and do it with a self-confident air of indifference. Or, is that ignorance? Like the woman who spoke very loudly on her cell phone, non-stop for 16 hours on a train ride, who refused to comply, then said she felt disrespected when she was put off the train at the next stop. Are you kidding me? Ever go to look at a house for sale where the owners have already moved out to find potential buyers have left a fragrant present in the toilet or kitchen? Does it have to take a tornado or other natural disaster before people decide to behave with civility and thoughtfulness to each other? Nuf said.
Fortunately, my day improved immensely. The Chef made me a delicious Philly steak sandwich for lunch that rivaled, well Philadelphia. He served it on this ‘to die for’bread that was pleasantly crunchy. It had sautéed peppers, onions, tomatoes and melted provolone cheese, and it was served with a boom-boom sauce that warmed the cockles of my stomach down to my toes. I’m saying it was spicy hot. Not as hot as the mole I ate last weekend, but it ran a close second. It could just be my taste buds. For starters, the sauce definitely added to the overall enjoyment of the sandwich, by leaving a distinctively nice after-flavor in my mouth. I’ll have to let you know tomorrow though, how it ended.