The begining of the motel

Debbie, my daughter, and I bought this inn nearly six weeks ago because we fell in love with it. It didn’t even matter to us that we had never owned a hotel because we just knew it would be good endeavor. By occupation, she is a tax expert and accountant and I am a writer—novels mostly.

We plan to blog about what’s going on for us as new owners.
Our most prominent experience is one of slowness. Waiting for guests to notice us. We are doing all we can think of to make our rooms homey: roses from our rose bush, lots of pillows, lots of scrubbing. We aspire to be a cross between a bed and breakfast and a motel—perhaps you’d say a bed-mot.

Our first customer found a spider in his shower, which horrified us so we set off bug bombs in all the rooms. He also found that the hot water hadn’t been turned on, so he took a cold shower with a spider. We could have died of mortification. But we took it to heart and thanked him for pointing out these flaws. We prayed he wouldn’t write a review and he didn’t.

Now people say they love our rooms. The bugs are dead. The water is hot. The roses smell so good. The ruffled curtains and chenille spreads remind them of home.
Tonight we have three motel rooms out of six filled. The apartment rental is empty.

--As an owner, I’d like to know what you most like to have in your motel room.