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An Unexpected Delight

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Yesterday morning, I was dreading the weekly drive to Philadelphia.  I am looking for yet another viola teacher for Johannah, and we had an appointment to meet with a good possibility.  However, this meant that I would need to park.  In Philadelphia.

Normally, I drive into the city (3 1/2 hours one way), drop off Glo at her lesson, drive further into the city, drop off Johannah at hers, drive back to Glo's and pick her up, drive back to Johannah's to pick her up, and drive out.  I might get out to walk one of the girls up to the door, but that's it.  There's no parking for less than $15/hour, so I'm stuck in the car.

I drove in last night, figuring that I would hope for the best, but if needs be, I would just drop off Johannah and let her evaluate the teacher.

What to my wondering eyes would appear, but...

A parking place!  The truck loading zones all become public parking at 4 p.m.  We arrived at 3:47, sat in the lane for 13 minutes, paid $2.50/hour, and walked two blocks to the Kimmel Center.

Woot!

Actually, it was quite lovely, because I got in a lot of walking over the next 2 1/2 hours, getting Glo and Hannah to their lessons (two lessons for Johannah last night), and walking with Glo to Krispy Kreme.  The weather was remarkably beautiful--50 degrees and clear.  Sometimes I think I could live in the city just for the convenience and fun of it all.  But then I think about my 11 acres and realize that I couldn't :-)

I found that getting out of my car for that time helped shorten up the drive home.  Seriously.  The drive home felt like nothing.  Maybe that's because I hadn't been sitting in the car for nine hours straight.

A parking place in Philadelphia and walking the streets at dinnertime?  An unexpected delight.

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  1. John KennedyFebruary 6, 2012 at 2:27 PM

    I'm glad Mommy had a good trip to Philly and that she got a good parking spot!

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