Captain’s Log 5,992
After having my extra room filled up since January 9th, the last of my guests left this morning. Montana Penny left the house around 4:10 to catch a very early flight home. I have put the room back together with the sleeper sofa tucked back as a couch. Sheets and towels are washed. All is tidy. Just waiting for another friend to show up.
That is a hint, people! I have an empty guest room and would love to spend time with old friends and/or cousins from New Jersey I haven’t seen since we were in elementary school. I am running around making puppy eyes at myself in the mirror!
One day closer to the Baggo Experience. Intelligent people know when to gracefully tip their hats and exit with a smile. You don’t get the nickname “Baggo” if you are smart. Methinks there will be blood and the impetuous pounding of fists on tables and chests (in the fashion of a great ape). I have already tasted blood with Baggo, so I am excused from having to endure it a second time.
Febreeze Lady watched Penny leave this morning (furtively peeking through her bedroom curtains). She then watched me put my trash on the curb after Penny moved her car. If I ever get that tied up in someone else’s business, I give the person closest to me permission to lock me in my bomb shelter and leave me there forever.
I love Downton Abbey. Actually, I am hooked. Hooked, I say! Maggie Smith as Violet, the Dowager Countess of Grantham, gives a stunning performance! She completely takes every scene when she walks through the door.
Having such cool headgear is also a plus. I want those hats!
I know I would have been one of the serving staff had I lived at Downton Abbey during the turn of the century. I have no elegance whatsoever, so karma could have placed me with a feather duster instead of a carved walking cane. But I think I would have been perfectly happy with that.