I'm a Blogger in a Coffee Shop

I don't remember the last time I blogged from a coffee shop. Do you remember when I blogged from Panera's all the time? I wonder what happened to change that? Life and circumstances I guess. Life has a way of changing everything up.

My sister suggested we meet at the rehab center to go over my parents' finances. Between cutting Emily's hair, getting ready, making shopping lists, etc., I ran way behind. When I called Lisa, she was SO over her visit there. I suggested we meet at Caribou Coffee instead. My mom was looking forward to seeing me, but she'll have to wait till tomorrow. I have a meeting at the center at 9am and I'll find out when my parents are being discharged. It will be too early, whenever it is. I say that because we all feel strongly that my mother should never walk without assistance, and we don't have that in place yet.

Rob and I have a dinner date tonight. We're meeting part way. His working every Friday, Saturday, Sunday and Monday from 10pm to 8:30am means no weekends together. Our plan to see each other on Thursdays is a work in progress. He doesn't have a sleep schedule and he's tired on his days off. We both have plans the next two Thursdays. So, we're going to find creative ways to see each other. The fact that he lives an hour away is one more impediment. If there's a will there's a way, though.

And that's as long as this is going to be for now. Except, does anyone remember the song by Maria Muldaur, I'm a Waitress in a Donut Shop? I was a huge fan of her's in the 70's. I have memories of singing her songs in the shower in my college dorm. I knew all her songs by heart. Why do I bring this up? I'm a blogger in a coffee shop. I could write a song.