New Coffee Shop in Town

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Klink! Klink! Klink!? That’s me knocking on your computer screen. Is this thing on? I apologize. I think I forgot how to write blog posts which is really silly because I used to be really good at it. Anyway, I’m checking in because I need to roll some content around here so that I can show off my new banner.

See? Hit refresh. New banner! Going with a pool theme this month since that’s where I seem to be most of the time.

It’s actually been a real break through for me to take my laptop to the pool. Bug is happy swimming. I’m happy working. Happy Happy and the bills get paid! Woo hoo!

Bug can spend hours (literally hours on end) at the pool and requires very little from me. Just an occasional, “Look at me, Mommy!” I smile and watch while she does a summersault under water or figures out how to swim from the three feet to the eight feet all by herself. Seriously, she has taught herself how to swim this summer. No lessons. Just time. Hours and hours and hours of time at the pool. Who knew?!! Of course she’ll probably have lessons at some point to train the doggy paddling out of her but at least she won’t drown.

In other news, there is a new coffee shop in my neighborhood. This is amazing news because I now live within walking distance of every single thing I need. Grocery store? check. Bank? check. Post Office? check. Dumb Subway sandwich shop that I hate and Bug loves? check. Interesting Asian restaurants? check. Nail salon and Hair salon? check. Local farm with amazing produce? check! Nature preserve with trails for running? Check! It’s a great neighborhood. But it was sorely missing a coffee shop. There were some I could walk to but they were far. Far enough that I had to put on work out clothes and consider it a workout—which is good but not so good when you just want an iced coffee pick me up.

Of course dropping by my new coffee shop everyday is not so great for my budget (cha-ching!) but it’s amazing for my instagram feed. I’m thinking if I ask for a latte every day in a glass mug, one of these days I’ll capture some really amazing foam art. It might take a while though because the baristas are still kinda new at foam art but I’m thinking with some positive feedback we’ll get there.

I follow aguynamedpatrick on instagram and I dream of being like him, taking pictures of cortados everyday. What is a cortado anyway? We’ll just have to find out, me and my new coffee shop. It’ll be good for both of us.

The Pool Chronicles

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I’ve come to realize that there is no escaping the pool. Firstly, I seem to have spawned a child who thinks chlorine is one of four major food groups and secondly, we live in an apartment that has a rinky-dink wall-unit air conditioner that is about as effective (and smelly) as one you’d find in a cheap hotel. So when the weather heats up, we end up at the pool. There’s just no fighting it.

I know I should not complain about this. What a horrible, terrible place to be stuck, right? The pool? Play your sad violin for me while I take pictures of my chipped pedicured feet propped up on this reclining lawn chair beside a dog-eared novel and a pretty pot of sun-drenched geraniums. Le sigh.

It’s beautiful here. There are so many worse places I could be stuck. Perhaps a gray wool covered cubicle next to the bathroom in an icy cold air conditioned office where people play darts all day long and open stinky cans of tuna in the break room nearby.

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It’s the pool, for crying out loud. I cannot complain.

It’s just that I’m stuck here! For hours and hours (it seems) and you can only suck down so much wifi on your phone before your battery goes dead. Not to mention, I have a ton of work I should really be doing back at home. That is IF I could get any work done with a kid who’s whining to go to the pool and IF I wasn’t sweating to death.

After much thought on the matter, I’ve come to a conclusion that I have to take my laptop to the pool. I just have to bite the bullet and do it. I’ve resisted until now because the very thought of having my most expensive piece of electronics near a large body of water gives me hives. What if it fell in? What if someone splashed me? What if a gang of teenage hoodlums stole it from me and rode off into the distance on their pack of skateboards?!!! So many worries!

But the sad truth is I need to make time to blog. (Come back to life, poor blog! I still love you!!) and I need to work on my illustrations for my book. I need to do a lot of things after I get off work from my part time job at the invitation studio and it’s just not happening at home. So here I am at the pool, type, type, typing.

It’s a dangerous job but I gotta do it. Hopefully you’ll hear from me, poolside, more often.