January 21, 2013
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Why I Go To Starbucks To Write
It may seem counter-intuitive that I go to Starbucks to write. (If you’ve ever heard me complain about noisy, gabby patrons and overloud music, you’ll be particularly puzzled.)
But if you’ve ever tried to work from home while someone else is parenting or babysitting your children, you’re probably not puzzled at all.
Today’s delights:
:thunk:
:thunk:
:rattle, rattle, rattle:
:thunk:
:baby wailing at high volume:
:quiet:
:dishes rattling:
:metal spoon banging against metal pot:
:baby wailing:
“Here, Amos! You can have this one!”
:wooden spoon banging against metal pot:
:thunk:
:crash:
:rapid, lightweight footsteps:
:rattle, rattle, rattle:
:crash:
:rapid, lightweight footsteps:
:rattle, rattle, rattle:
:crash:
:rapid, lightweight footsteps:
:rattle, rattle, rattle:
:slam-thunk-crash:
:baby wailing at high volume in a panicky tone:
:heavy, rapid footsteps:
“I’m not TOUCHING Amos, I swear!”
:more footsteps:
:baby still wailing:
:pre-schooler crying:
:thunk on the stairs:
:brief quiet:
:tentative rattling of the bannister:
:brief quiet:
:tentative rattling of the bannister:
:longer quiet:
:forthright rattling of the bannister:
“THEO! YOU ARE IN TIME OUT! STOP KICKING THE BANNISTER!”
:more pre-schooler crying:With noisy, gabby patrons, if I stare at them long enough, they get offended enough to lower their voices in disgust.
