Little of This, Little of That

This morning I had an interesting customer.  It was an elderly man.  He told me what a nice shop I have.  He said our town really needs shops like this.  He said, I sincerely hope your shop makes it.  Me too, me too.  He said his grandchildren are coming so he wanted to buy some sweets.  He was looking around and saw malted milk balls.  He said his wife loved malted milk balls and he never did.  She has passed on.  He told me a few stories about his wife and chocolate.  It was nice that Coco's was to spark good memories for him.  I enjoyed listening to his stories.  In a strange way it felt like an honor.  He had a walker.  When he was leaving I asked him if I could carry his bag out for him.  He said, yes.  For the first time I realized that is the correct way to handle it.  It put him in control.  My steps are brick and concrete and very deep.  Not safe with a walker.  When he was going down the steps he said he was being extra cautious.  I said, good.  He chatted more before I gave him his bag.  I think he will come back again.  I hope so.  Nice man.
I did some reading today.  It was making me tired so I decided to get up and do some cleaning.  It is not as bad as having to clean my house.  I still feel so proud of what I have accomplished here.  It shocks me once in a while that I dreamed it and made it happen.  Today my dream is a little cleaner.
I spent quite a bit of time reading today.  I am reading my book club read for August, The Aviator's Wife.  It is about Charles Lindbergh's wife.  I am only 34% into it.  Love it already.  Unfortunately, I am not going to be able to make the meeting.  Insert sad face.  I cannot find anyone to cover for me.  My niece plays volleyball.  Keeps her busy after school.  If I could get someone to cover for me, I would have to attend The Kid's baseball game.  I have not attended a game yet.  Insert sad face here too.
Thinking about changing my hours around.  The morning coffee thing is not happening.  I think I can push back my opening until 9:00.  That would be crazy.  Have more time in the morning.  I know it would make my adorable little Sassy happy.  Saturdays I would still open at 8:00.  More people are downtown on Saturday morning.  Might be closing earlier too.  I am going to start watching how late my customers stop in.  Do some adjustment.  After my niece finishes her sports, we will probably try being open late one night.  I'm all about adjusting my hours to fit my business needs.  The Paper came out today.  I put an ad in this week.  Mentioned my gift items.  Put in my Sunday hours.  Hope that helps. 
I had a few high school kids in today after school.  They are out early this week due to the heat.  There were three of them.  They looked around and decided to come back later with money.  Two of them did.  Nice kids.  Polite.  When they left they stopped wrote with sidewalk chalk.  Two large messages.  One says:  Be Crazy, Be Beautiful, Be You.  I like it.  Nice message to send.  The other says:  Let Your Freak Flag Fly.  Now I am all for people flying their freak flag.  Just not sure that statement is adorable in front of a sweet shop.  Wish it would rain so I do not have to be the one to wash it off.  I could wash all of the chalk off.  Like it is something I do on a regular basis to give others a chance to draw pictures.  I have done that once.  I really do not want to get rid of the chalk drawings.  Some friends came by for a visit on Saturday.  They drew some very artistic candy.  Adorable!!  For now, my Freak Flag will remain flying.  Whatever that means.
I do miss having my friends to talk to during the day.  Hope I do not become a crazy that has conversations with myself.  Asks the questions, answers the questions.  What that be letting my freak flag fly?  If so, the freak flag flies at my house all the time.  I may have talked out loud when I was killing flies today.  The shop is quiet and the buzzing gets very annoying.  I may have told a fly it did not stand a chance against me armed with a fly swatter.  I pride myself on one swat per fly. 
Here's to Letting Our Freak Flags Fly, whatever that means.......