The Summer Solstice was June 21st. We’re finally into summer even though it’s felt like it a lot of days since April. Sure, May had more days of rain and cold than I can remember, but the heat started in April for sure. We’ve had lovely days of walking and/or running through the park when we stopped to go swinging and enjoy the beautiful weather. My sweet girl has learned very well how to climb on the jungle gym and slide down the slide. Today she did this at least 15 times in a row and we both had a marvelous time. I hadn’t looked at a slide with such joy in what seems like decades (oh wait, it has been decades). There’s a great little kid slide that has simple steps leading up to it. The steps aren’t anything like a ladder, they’re more like stairs (which Mathilda loves to climb anywhere she finds them), and the slide is small, yet steep enough, that this little toddler beams with great joy when she slides down. Too cute. I actually beamed with great joy, even after 15 times in the crazy sun. Pure delight for both of us.
But I say it’s officially summer because for the first time in Mathilda’s little life, we got to share a delightful cup of vanilla ice cream from the Mister Softee truck. We’re both forever hooked on what has now become an “official beginning of summer” tradition.
There’s an old closed up gas station across the street from my bus stop. Everyday, especially sunny days, while waiting for my bus, I look at that building and say, "You need to be a coffee shop."
My neighborhood desperately needs a coffee shop where one can visit every morning for a great cup of joe and pastry/bagel and read the NY Times. Where two people can visit on a Saturday morning and chat for 3 hours to catch up on life; all while sipping on a delightful cup of coffee. None of this donut shop stuff where there are only 3 tables at which to sit, white fluorescent lights overhead to ruin any sort of conversational ambiance, and bright pink and orange decor that takes any cozy feeling out of any visit.
My neighborhood needs a shop that is a warm place with wooden tables and chairs, a couple of cozy couches and some great cushy chairs; furniture that invites you to sit and stay awhile. People say that my coffee shop wouldn’t get very much business because it’s in the wrong neighborhood, that these neighbors are diner folks. That’s because these people are only given diners. If they were given the coffee shop experience that I desire to give them (perfect example being Cup O Joe in Columbus, Ohio) then they would come to see what they’ve truly been missing all these years. I would change this gas station into a neighborhood shop that everyone talks about. And on a day that I’m not working behind the counter, I, too could enjoy the cozy chairs, delightful atmosphere and a cup of amazing brew.
It’s a dream that I’d actually like to make come true.