August 5, 2013, Monday Day 66
Okay, boys and girls, its Monday and guess what day it is. That's right, its TPH day, only because due to circumstances beyond my control, I was not able to go on Sunday, but Monday more than made up for it. It, was a table for 24 plus, they just kept on coming and coming and coming. Marcia, Sharon and I went to TPH, a little later than usual and when we got there the line was coming out the door. The person in front of us said that the good news was there was not a list. A list means that they put your name on the list and give you a buzzer and you have to wait. When it was our time at the hostess stand they had started the list, more good news, the wait wasn't long. While we were waiting more crowds began to form with lots and lots of kids. We were seated at a nice booth, and after a while the kids began to infiltrate the dinning space and buzz like bees around blue berry syrup. The star of the show was Lucky Dog, that was his name because that was the name on his bright green tee shirt. His stacking abilities were uncanny, he could stack twelve glasses, actually it was nesting, he could nest twelve glasses and all the silver ware he could find and then make them magically fall down all across the table. He did this probably twenty times, a little exaggeration never hurt a bad story, before Father Dear said, I think you better stop, in a calm sort of way. As opposed to one of the fathers that said, if you do that again I am going to pick you up by the seat of your pants and throw you outside, which we felt was more appropriate.
We managed to finish our breakfast, I had the FRED, and carry on a somewhat loud conversation between us. It was still enjoyable including the side show next to us.
When we got back to the park I started to put away my golf clubs from the day before and discovered that my tail gate would not come down. I tried all sorts of things and nothing worked except that I managed to break the left side as well as the right side. Never fear, I went straight to technology, did some Google searches and found some u tube videos that described exactly how to fix such a problem on a 2003 Silverado Chevy pick up, with a stock tail gate. The problem was I do not have a stock tail gate and the fixes that they so easily demonstrated, did not fit my situation. So I call my friend Franz and we are going to see if we can figure it out when we both have some spare time, which there is none of.
Our group was joined today my Margret and Eddie P and Marcia and Franz's friend Mark from the Denver area via Saint George. They arranged a dinner for the Shore Line, out side, and the weather was perfect. But wouldn't you know it, the table of 24, was right beside us, well maybe not the same table as the action was a bit more subdued.
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Now you see him |
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Now you don't |
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Mark and Eddie P |
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Now that's better |
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The group |
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The View |
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Clear water in the lake |
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Another Table of 24 |
After dinner Sharon and I broke away from the group and went to Ridley's for some ice cream and gas for the grill. We worked Happy Hour in there some where.
Now for the story of the Patio Doors. Months before we left on vacation we discovered that our patio doors had markings between the panes of glass. It turns out that the doors are still under warranty from the manufacturer. We called and they came our measured and said yes they were, great. The bad news was that they were going out of business the next day, but they were being purchased by Atrim and our information would be passed along. More time went by and a few phone calls and we had a service request number, which meant we were now in the system. Just as we were heading out on vacation we got a call from Ismael, the window technician and he wanted to come out an measure the windows for our warranty replacement and that he did not need access to the house, he could do it from the outside, great. More time went by and I hoped that the windows/doors would be ready just after we returned from vacation. But, no, that was not the case, he called today and said he would be in the neighborhood, was doing a couple of houses on the street and wanted to come by to install the doors around 7 PM. Well as luck would have it Steven, the house sitting grandson, was at work and would not be available until after 9:30 that evening. Through the miracle of technology I was able to get in touch with Steven and make arrangements to have someone at the house when Ismael arrived. It worked and now through the miracle of technology and a little remote control we have our new Patio Doors installed.
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