And then, after lunch, I took my two youngest children to a birthday party at a birthday party mecca: laser tag, bowling, and arcade games all under one roof. It is my son's favorite place.
"Who cares," you say. "No big deal!"
Well, I say it is a big deal, ever since they opened a Barnes and Noble next door.
I didn't need another book. God knows I've got too many unread books in my house already. But, after some leisurely browsing, I settled on Virgil Wander because I adored Peace Like a River and it sounded like something I'd love: a small town story with a quirky cast of characters. Yes, please.
I grabbed a venti hot cinnamon spice tea from Starbucks as I paid for my book. There were no empty seats in the place. I guess I wasn't the only one looking for the calm that only comes from books and drinks prepared by someone else. I left and headed straight for home.
|the GOAT of teas|
Now that I'm here, I'm thankful those white, marble-top cafe tables were occupied by older men with laptops, women with lots of bags and big earrings, and in one case, a mother and daughter chatting happily together.
I can read and write comfortably at home and Barnes and Noble served its purpose: a little alone time, being surrounded by books, and walking away with a hot cuppa.
Plus, when I got home one of my older daughters had cleaned up the messy kitchen and baked pumpkin muffins. Teens are truly wonderful sometimes. Sometimes.