Musings from Behind the Bar

On the very long summer nights...or shall we call them days. Heck, there are no nights anymore, I suppose. I get rather confused. Laura keeps telling me it's nighttime even though it's daylight; I get up when it's night and think it's day when it's still night. Here it is just the beginning of our 24 hours daylight period, and I'm longing for the dreariness of the short winter days again. I know, I know, that's sort of crazy, but I've grown accustomed to being kept in the dark.

Hmm, that's sort of like the last job I worked. Being treated like a mushroom. Kept in the dark and fed bulls**t all the time. That's why I'm not there any more. There's no bull around here, unless it's a bull moose, anyway. Well, sometimes the things I hear at the bar sound like bull, but who am I to judge? The best quality of a good barkeep is to listen without judging, and to smile knowingly a lot.

Anyway...I digress from the long summer nights. Working at the saloon is good for the body and the soul. The trip to re-stock the larder with food and drink is an arduous task in the winter, mostly due to snow and the bone-chilling cold, but in the summer we're slowed down by the mud. Hard to navigate even with the four wheel drive, and trying to clean it off is like prying dried cement loose. By July the only thing not covered with two inches of mud will be a small place in the windshield and the side view mirror...unless another moose decides to rub his head on that, and then we'll have no mirror again this year. When we can, supplies come in via float plane at the small lake, and we motor down with the 4X4 to get them. On occasion, guests actually truck supplies in for us, and we trade time at the inn for their haul time, a good exchange in these parts. Works great for the two with Sno-Cats in the winter, as they haul sleds and can bring several weeks of goods at one time.

There I go, digressing again. I do that a lot here. Lack of sleep, I suppose. Did I mention we have 24 hours of daylight? And how hard it is to sleep during the day, even if it is night? I did, didn't I? Hmm, repetition is the sincerest form of flattery. Or is that imitation. Good Grief..I better quit while I'm behind and go to bed.