Take your father to work
In part due to a lack of opportunity, I never had that perfect communion of spirit that comes about with the “take your kid to work”. My sons attended school; why bother tagging along with Dad?
This last two days, I’ve had a role reversal. This has been my chance to participate in “take your father to work”. In many ways, it overshadows anything we could have done, back when.
Last evening, I toured the underbelly of the hotel. Nipped into those strategically situated closets where they hide the extra towels, coffee pods, cheap shampoo and other stuff. It takes a lot of “stuff” when you have more than 170 bedrooms. We even checked out the main laundry, with some huge washers and dryers. Add in the chutes from up above, and the place takes on a different air.
Today, a change of craft. A small brewery, with enough stainless steel and complex plumbing to require a whole Q&A session. This, in no way, resembles my primitive experiments with yeasty waters. There is also a full-service kitchen; I now need to learn more about the “sous vide” technique. My tour of their cellars was cut short, because the meter on my dogsitter ran out, but I will return.
This evening, a mall. Had to get some gift-buying out of the way, and ask pointed questions to Clarence T_ in case the coffee machine craps out.
All in all a full day, despite the continued snow showers. Yes, we did dig out mittens and get a new snow brush as protection against the inevitable.
