This past Saturday my daughter and I stole out early for another "girl's day out" foray to the library.
We had breakfast at the Old Country Buffet, where, thank the Lord, we were almost finished before the two massive busses pulled up carrying nearly sixty college football players. These were some of the largest men I have ever seen. That buffet didn't stand a chance.
Then it was on to the library. Have I mentioned how much I love the library? I spent a happy five hours searching the card catalog online, wandering the stacks, and best of all, reading The Rochester Post from 1873 to 1877 on microfilm.
I didn't do any writing, as this was a research and fact-finding mission. What surprised me most was the information I couldn't find. I could not find a biography of John Sergeant Pillsbury (of doughboy fame) former governor of Minnesota. I also couldn't run any book to earth that focused specifically on German Immigrants in Minnesota. In particular, I need information on wedding customs, church, cuisine, and dress.
Heather and I did a little shopping after the library. The first stop on our list was Caribou Coffee. We had a funeral on Sunday at our church and the deceased specified he wanted Caribou Coffee served at his funeral.
I am coffee illiterate. I walked in and looked at the bags of coffee. Picked one up. Uh-oh. These are beans, not ground coffee. (Please, remember I'm coffee illiterate.) I walked up to the counter and asked the Barista (I watch TV. I know they are called Baristas. I just hope I'm spelling it right.) if they could grind the beans for me. She smiled, almost patted my hand like 'it's-okay-I'll-walk-you-through-this-step-by-step', and took the two bags. Quicker than you can say 'Shurgar won the Derby' she had them ground up and resealed and in a bag.
A bonus was that for every one pound bag of coffee you purchased, they were offering a free drink. This would've been so amazing if I actually drank coffee. Heather had something called a Snowdrift. Ice and milk and Oreo's all whipped together and topped with lots of frothy cream and more cookie bits. I, the coffee philistine, had a bottle of diet coke from the cooler.
I've been pouring over my research books and preparing for the beginning of another novel. Things are falling into place. I'm excited right now, but be prepared for some whining soon. The first forty pages of a novel are always the hardest for me. The goal is to have a first draft done by Valentine's Day. Time to get a new countdown widget! :)