I went to Barnes & Noble with my mother last night. It was a unique experience. There were several times throughout my youth when I’d invited my mother to meet for coffee or go for a bit of shopping. She always declined because my father would not approve. I always remember wondering why someone would choose to live such a restrictive life.
My mother began cooking dinner, and I mentioned a desire to visit their Barnes & Noble. The staff suggestions would be different, and I hadn’t been since before Christmas. I figured it would be a good excuse to get on the road home around 7pm. Quite to my surprise, my mother seemed interested in going with.
We visited for a short time after dinner, then headed out. We stopped by my brother’s car dealership to deliver a Red Bull and had a pleasant visit with him. Then we spent over an hour wandering my favorite store. She selected a get to your mother journal, and I feel like an ass for not purchasing it for her. I sincerely hope she does fill it out and allow me to read it someday. I would love to learn more about her.
None of this has much to do with this wonderfully fun photo of an RV built into a restaurant patio, but I wanted to share my story. And, I really love this photo.