i’m making pies wednesday nights now. there’s a hole in the schedule there and i like making pies. i worked in the kitchen making pies for at least 9 years and a couple years ago moved to floating. i try and jump in at the LSE bar and move the line along or run get them kegs or pitchers. i chat with customers, run food, bus tables, and keep an eye on dough proofiness and prep.
but wednesday nights i’m making pies and it has become my favorite night to be at work. i like making pies a lot. i enjoy being the guy making half the people’s dinners.
tonight there were some big birthday parties. i was talking to a couple from holland visiting florida for the first time and the table next to us was singing happy birthday. about 15 minutes later another big party nearby was singing happy birthday. i love that.
met a lady in LSE briefly. francesca? fran-something. anyway, she was sweet. told me how much she loved the place, how she loved lavell, and always hung out at lightnin. always nice to hear the customers tell me how much enjoyment they get from the place.
i’m wiped out. i like making pies sure but i am running around ragged from early until late every day. there is very little rest for me lately. i dream about rest. i mean, i sleep. i go to bed at some point like everyone else. but all of the waking hours are frantic. it’s just where i’m at. the house renovation is going slow. the grout on order is taking 2 weeks instead of 2 days as promised. the things to do list is so long my head spins. its hard for me to figure out which of the seventeen things on my list i should start with. in a few weeks the work christmas party is happening and i would like to have the front porch not look like a construction site. i would like to have the unfinished bathroom finished. i would like to have some doors on more cabinets. but whatever. it is what it is. i can only do so much.
i get on tangents too like the greenhouse stained glass wall. i am one glass away from finishing a wall of stained glass and i am trying to find time to work on that last window. theres something about being done with a project that is so satisfying, even if there a thousand other projects unfinished. at this point i have the glass cut and ready to be soldered. tomorrow maybe i can solder and install? wouldn;t that be nice?
there’s also my show of paintings to be hung december 1st at satchels. i’d love to do another collage or painting by then but i don;t see how it can happen. i’ll hang what i have i reckon.
i have a video to make. danny and i delivered some free pizza to a junkyard today and i need to upload and edit but sheesh…. no time in the day for that nonsense. we got plywood in monday for cabinet doors and there are still 64 doors to build and i’m the finish guy. 3 coats of poly on both sides and sanded between coats. the pantry is big. the island has 12 drawer faces to do. there is another cabinet with 8 doors. and drawer faces too on our bedroom closet cabinet thing. will it ever be done? of course it will. but it’s been over a year now. there is so much to be thankful for. there is the new office and we are living back in the house so i should not complain. but it’s hard for me to not see the stack of things to be done still. the outdoor painting, and yard work. i should hire people i know but it’s not that simple. it’s just not. i wish it was. it would take me longer to explain things and manage someone than just to do it myself. of course i am supposed to be enjoying the journey and having fun with each task. i know i know. many times it is like that. when the weather is nice and the restaurant is running great i can really enjoy the projects.
but when the beer order is messed up, and the store run for work is not happening with efficiency, and the restaurant stuff i ordered is not coming in, and the grout is delayed another week, and the carpenter is late and making mistakes, and my cat wakes me up in the middle of the night…. i get ornery. so my voice is now fading in and out for three months…. three months of having loss of voice. stress i tell you, the silent killer.
the backsplash tile is a long way from being chosen. but one day… one day…