At the Getaway extension, my best memory is leaning over the "broken" inner parts of the loo with Alaska Mike leaning over me as expert consultant and water-bearer, with me laughing in great whoops when the water-fill-valve spritzed me in the face with COLD water, every time I let loose my hold on the slimy, corroded float ball, as he poured in coffeepots-full of water.... and then, after telling the assembled company the downstairs loo was now on "emergency-flush-only" status, having Susan come downstairs from the UPstairs loo, telling me... it wasn't working so good, either.

Gee, after that, people sure got on the road fast..... sissies!

Both pottys were fine BTW-- the downstairs one is a very slow fill and the upstairs one is sometimes a slow drain. Hardi checked them out and determined that mutiple users downstairs had simply not allowed the tank to refill completely after each flush, making it seem like it had been running continuously, forever. And he adjusted the upper.

This memory was made all the better for Dick having sung "Pity the Downtrodden Landlord" the night before, because ours truly is, and we bother him only for true emergencies. Country livin' is grand!

Also I now have secret knowledge of neat sleepers and cover-flingers, and I know who threw a heavy lamp in whose face in the night. From this one can easily deduce who arrived the most exhausted and slept the most deeply! :~) Alaska Mike, that was you in the middle bed, right?

The next guests in the Mudcat Attic Dorm will find that the upgraded amenities include a special new "Alaska Mike" pee-bucket!

~Susan