No Mo Dojo

The boys' karate dojo has moved.

It isn't far, and it doesn't take any longer to get to than it did before.

The new dojo is nice. It's bigger than the old place, with much more room to divide classes up into two active groups or to run around without bumping into each other.

It does not, however, have a waiting area for parents. If anything, it's even more awkward when it comes time for dropping off or picking up the kids.

The biggest issue, however, is that it's far away from shops. There is no whole foods store, no dry cleaners, no pie store, no pizza place. There is no coffee shop to sit and read in. In fact, the only thing nearby is an orthodontist, and a pilates place. This does me no good at all.

So far I've spent two classes sitting in my car with the computer, one with Andy leaning over my shoulder begging to play Angry Birds on my phone.

What are we to do?