This morning I saw a sign that no one ever wants to see right after they wake up: Bathroom Closed. Apparently, the maintenance guys had to do some work on the well so the dorm had absolutely no running water. The sign on the door kindly suggested I head over to the restaurant to use the restroom, but ain't nobody got time for going to a different building to do their morning pee. I'll leave things at that...
At work today I successfully broke up a couple of traffic jams. At other times, I'm pretty sure my traffic directing made things more complicated than they needed to be for the poor motorists. All the parking spots were gone by 12:30, so I quickly became the bearer of bad news for many people. I found the best way to break the news that all the parking lots are full is to say, "Well, it's just one of those 'vulture' days. You have to circle and circle until an opportunity presents itself." Not very many motorists find humor in that after they have played vulture for a half hour or more. Judging by the number of vultures, I think we are officially busy now.
After work I took the shuttle into Bar Harbor to visit the library. I had to create and print some new signs to get the word out about the ACMNP worship services. If I do say so myself the signs are awfully purdy. My favorite librarian, Kathy, wasn't there this time (see last Thursday's blog post). Fortunately, I met two other awesome librarians. They even helped me by critiquing my first draft of the sign.
When I arrived back at the dorm, I heated up some dinner and sat down to eat. The movie Bridesmaids was on TV. I finished my food but lingered and continued watching the movie. Then, suddenly, I realized the only people in the room were myself and a bunch of the girls watching a silly comedy about the misadventures of bridesmaids. I decided a better idea would be to go finish up my sermon/message/talk for this weekend. Maybe another time I'll weigh the options and Bridesmaids will win out.
After I finished writing out the content, I left the dorm to find some privacy and read it aloud. I thought I found a place on the tea lawn of the restaurant, but then I realized that the blue light from my computer screen probably looked like a ghostly aura in the fog to the people closing up the restaurant. So instead I headed down to the pond shore and out of view of the building. Down there I not only found privacy but also a plethora of somewhat-scary noises coming from the darkness. I'm sure glad that I haven't read any Stephen King novels set in Maine. I hear a lot of them are.
The picture of the day is the Village Green in Bar Harbor as a brass band is warming up for an evening concert. No wonder Bar Harbor is ranked in the top 10 list of best places to spend Independence Day. Classic America.
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