We got that wonderful snow on Sunday - huge, huge heavy flakes that fell down out of the sky like gigantic pieces of cotton. It was the perfect snow/ball/man/woman snow and we happily rolled as big a ball as we could. The next day, surrounded by bare grass and full of the debris that attached itself during the slow roll up the lane, the thing looks like a meteor that fell out of space. It only needs a couple of Barbie dolls attempting to scale it's heights...
Sort like what's happening at 870 High Street. We are attempting to scale the snowballing of events happening on a daily basis lately at the Mill. We are living with our ears to the phone, trying to order equipment - finding out the walk-in will take four to six weeks meant rethinking that original order - arranging for deliveries of bar stools, picking out bar top material and table top plates and glasses, meeting with the people whose lives are busy already, asking them to get a little busier and lend us some of their expertise. Wayne Pinder came down on his lunch hour yesterday to start the lighting process; Roy Mears - who will be building the bar and helping with the cabinetry, not to mention the Table-as-Art that will have a place of honor in the Bin Room - came down even earlier to scope out the situation and our needs. I'm going to post some photos of the action going on, even though it is hard to convey how things are looking through frames and ladders and big open space. Mostly however, the fact is that our lives are slowly becoming not our own - soon our lives will belong to Brooks Tavern. We look forward to that.
Sort like what's happening at 870 High Street. We are attempting to scale the snowballing of events happening on a daily basis lately at the Mill. We are living with our ears to the phone, trying to order equipment - finding out the walk-in will take four to six weeks meant rethinking that original order - arranging for deliveries of bar stools, picking out bar top material and table top plates and glasses, meeting with the people whose lives are busy already, asking them to get a little busier and lend us some of their expertise. Wayne Pinder came down on his lunch hour yesterday to start the lighting process; Roy Mears - who will be building the bar and helping with the cabinetry, not to mention the Table-as-Art that will have a place of honor in the Bin Room - came down even earlier to scope out the situation and our needs. I'm going to post some photos of the action going on, even though it is hard to convey how things are looking through frames and ladders and big open space. Mostly however, the fact is that our lives are slowly becoming not our own - soon our lives will belong to Brooks Tavern. We look forward to that.
