Joe is taking a class at a local community college. It meets on Monday evenings from 6:45 to 8:45. P.M. In the evening. At night. Now, that wouldn’t be such a big deal but I am a morning person. My best time to get things done is between 5 am and noon. After that, I begin to fade and on most nights I am ready for my jammies by 7:00 pm. So, while a one time a week evening class is aces for a 15 (almost 16 year old), for a 50 something mom it sucks.
Since the college is 1/2 hour away, his dad and I take turns bringing him and tonight it is my turn. I decided that instead of spending two hours wandering aimlessly around Target, I would bring the laptop and hit Panera’s. Usually when I go to Panera’s it is to eat lunch and then leave. I’m not one to linger. But tonight I joined the ranks of those folks I used to watch. You know the ones. They sit near the fireplace with some food or a cup of coffee and type away on their laptop. They always seem so busy and I wonder what they’re working on. A book? An update to their spy dosier? An important project that is due the next day for work?
I secretly listen to the two women with their teenage daughters sitting in the booth across from me. One’s daughter has been accepted to quite a few colleges – Georgetown being one of them. Sometimes I don’t even hear the words, just the pleasant, calming singsong of their voices.
I’m the only one typing away on my laptop and I wonder if anyone looks at me and wonders what I wonder when I see people like me. I’m just typing a blog post folks. Move along…nothing to see here.