I had a FABULOUS shopping experience yesterday at the new L.L.Bean. It doesn't compete with the Maine store (no pond, no men's dress shirt section, a noticeable absence of weaponry), but everyone there was super-friendly and helpful, and I trust that both hubby and Mom will look great in their Christmas presents, which are currently strewn across my dining room table.
The truth is, L.L.Bean could have been selling wool unitards in shades of 1970's kitchen appliances and I still would have loved it, because right next door I found THE BEST BORDERS EVER. L.L.Bean is, therefore, perfect by proximity.
There are a few things that make me happier than a bookstore (hubby, flannel pj's, God) but not many. This new Borders was like a well-trained puppy - everything shiny and beautiful, with only a slight hint that it's still figuring out how life works (such as the cafe guy who asked, "what's grande?" when I ordered my coffee, and the manager who, when told that a bird had flown into the store and appeared to be contemplating early Jewish literature, said only, "Well, at least he's warm...")
So yes, there were warm Maine-ish clothes and miles and miles of books (not to mention freakishly warm 62 degree weather). After my shopping was done I sat outside on a cedar bench with my grande=medium coffee and thought, life is good :)
It all came full-circle at exactly 6:22 this morning, when THAT DOG decided she needed to go out immediately. It was 22 degrees, with a wind-chill factor of one million-four. Nothing like chasing the poop as it blows across the driveway to get the day off to an exhilarating start.
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Ah yes, the seduction of the book store. What's not to love?
Sometimes a get a little squeak of panic. There is no way I will ever be able to read all of the books I want to. But I can die trying!
Flying dog poop? That could hurt someone!
i always wondered how people with dogs can stand going outside in this kind of weather - brrrrrr! i hope, at least, that it was cold enough to freeze that flying poop!
HA HA HA. Chasing dog poop. I haven't lived in cold weather for 10 years (until now) and my dog and I are having a helluva time too this December.
Ohh, sounds like a perfect day!
But the frigid poop picking-up? You just reminded me why I don't have a dog. Brrr!
I love it when a bookstore has it all together.
Glad you had a good shopping trip, and so sorry about the frozen poo-cicles.
That posting has conjured enough hysterical visuals to keep me going for the next week! Thank you!!!
If I were a bird, I think I'd spend time in bookstores too. Good reading, warmth, (generally) an absence of cats. What's not to like?
I think you may be the only person I know of who has been involved in a freezing dog poop chase.
Chasing poop sounds like the name of an interesting book...
And book stores?? Well..lets just say that I would bring a sleeping bag if they would let me ;)
XOXOXOX
Darlene
I love book stores. Love them. You'll never go into another once your book is on the shelves. Too much conflicting emotion.
:)
Chasing frozen dog poop. Now that's priceless. Too funny.
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