Guests

We have set a new family record- living in a hotel for 18 consecutive days. A little over two weeks, you say. People go on vacation longer than that. True, very true. But this is not vacation, this is life: work, swim lessons, nap time, bath time, story time, play time, etc. Imagine your life right now. Now imagine all that emanating from a hotel room. Interesting, isn't it?

Actually, the most interesting part are the people we encounter. Life is life- hotel room, apartment, or house- it is the people that are amusing. The first weekend we were here a high school rowing team arrived. There were a boat load of kids, a handful of parents, and tons of sunburned legs. They were a pleasant crowd. All the rowing must have worn them out. We hardly heard a noise all weekend.

A few days later another large group descended upon the place. They were much louder than the teenagers. They were up laughing and loudly talking in the breakfast room before 7 AM. They stayed up late telling stories and chewing the political fat around the pool in the evening. It was a partying crowd of grandpas, freed from their wives and houses, ready to play some golf and have a few laughs.

The next weekend participants in some sort of Bass Pro Shop fishing tournament were here. I didn't see much of them. They must have been out on the water 'til late hours. There were quite a few boats in the parking lot though.

This weekend it's a little girls' All-Star softball team so there are lots of 9 and 10-year-olds in blue shorts and white tee shirts without sleeves. They all have cute bows and ribbons in their pony tails and braids. Definitely the cutest crowd so far, though probably the rowdiest. Pairs of little feet thunder down the halls at night.

Hotel life is interesting. Life itself is a gift. The difficulty is to treasure it.