First off, I burned my elbow on the waffle iron the other night and it itches. I have to keep remembering not to scratch it. No punch line.

I didn't know if this weekend's renters were coming or not because I hadn't heard from them this year. They come from Kansas City. The place was ready for them, but we had a thing in town to do, so left the place unlocked. We apparently just missed them this morning when we left. When we got home at 3 in the afternoon, they had unloaded their stuff and gone fishing so we didn't see them for a couple of hours. It's three or four thirty-something guys who come to fish. I think of it as the frat party, but fortunately not as destructive. When I didn't know if they were coming, I didn't mind one way or the other, but of course the money will be nice to have.

The people who are coming in September are driving all the way from the Florida keys. They are coming to visit their son and daughter-in-law who live in Loveland (where we shop). Saturday I was taking a little nap in the afternoon and the doorbell rang. It was them! They had flown to Colorado for some sort of family celebration and decided to find our place and see if they liked it.

They were reluctant to leave.