The Grand Hotel.........sorta

   There's a woman living in my hotel who reminds me of Meg Tilly. A middle age romance writer or retired  actress of some sorts, dressed in flowing layers and always wearing a head scarf (or two) She sweeps in to the restaurant with her arms full of books and magazines and packages or maybe just a her big bag making whispery apologies to the  staff and ordering her latte "psst psst psst if it's not too much trouble ,oh take your time dear I'm just going to sit over here psstpsstout of the way and go through all psstpsspsst" and then she goes over to the two big stuffed chairs  by the window and puts her stuff half on the coffee table and half on the chair with her. She rustles through it looking for something or finding something or something dramaticky until the manager comes  over with her latte and then with the kissesand and blah blah. She sits down wither and Meg leans over the table and starts getting all intimate and secret like . She sits back and seems to shoo off the manager but a few minutes later the manager comes back with her tea and by now Meg has (and this is the best part) has slid down onto the floor between the table and the window. She does it so effortlessly, spreading out her treasures and papers all over the table and her chair at the same time. I see it all the time and almost never see her do it. The manager comes over and sits back in her chair with her tea. Meg makes a big todo over moving her stuff around for both their drinks and shows how the sunlight from the window hurts her eyes and that's why she's sitting on the floor under the big window "psspsst the light psst so beautiful herepsstpsst too brightpsstpsst my eyespsstpsst or  maybe it's her back "psspsspsst the doctors here psstpsstso much better here in Thailandppsstsstpsst."
    So now she has positioned herself for the day to receive admirerers. They chat and laugh until someone peeks in from the lobby (heard her wonderful laugh no doubt. it really is) and comes over to her, giving the manager a chance to get away, "Oh get back to work ha ha ha I'm always getting in the way," and the the new admirer sits in the empty chair and this happens over and over, she is wonderful.  I haven't met her yet. Sometimes she brings a little dog  (Where DOES that dog come from?) and it barks at the big orange hotel cat and everyone in the room laughs. The cat runs off (more like lopes) and she hugs the tiny dog and scolds him. Dome would have shredded him had it come to that. Which makes the whole thing oh oh oh, so much more charming. Oh that cat. I'm so coffee'd up right now, but I always forget to write about her but Dome was sitting in the elevator for the ride up to my room . Dome (named after the hotel) likes to ride up and down in the elevator. It's a nice quiet air conditioned place to hide from a yapping little dog world. My Grand Hotel.