A Conundrum

Prep and Pastry moved from a small space to a bigger space.  The number of available parking spaces, though, remains the same. 

This was the logistical nightmare that confronted The Bookseller and me as our cars were facing one another at one entrance to the much too small lot.  I backed out, she continued forward, and we drove down one block, turned right, and parked in the middle of a lovely residential neighborhood.

I cannot imagine that those people are happy to have their tucked away quietude disturbed by hungry restaurant-goers.  But we had no choice. 

I'm looking out my front window at the property across the street, now an under-developed 13 acres, but proposed to be covered with 65 houses.  I know it's unrealistic to expect things to stay the same, but I like my peaceful street and I'm glad that there won't be an entrance to the new homes anywhere near our older homes. 

They found another street to annoy.  I wished that I could have done the same this morning, on my way to breakfast.  It was in the upper 90's today; the walk was delightful,  But last month, with triple digits and no breeze, I'm not sure I'd be thrilled to take a five minute walk, no matter how delicious the food. 

The hostesses laughed when we said You need more parking!!! 

I guess it's a good problem to have. 

The lot was full.  The restaurant was not.  It was a conundrum we dissected over sweet potato hash and a feta and spinach omelette.