Losing Track of Time (by Nancy Ohlin)

When my son was little, he used to say:  “Let’s go to Mrs. London’s and lose track of time.” Because that’s what one did at a lovely, fancy bakery like Mrs. London’s—drink tea, eat gorgeous pastries, and not have anything else to do or anywhere else to be.

New Year’s is a holiday when one is all too aware of the passing of time.  I know that lately, I’ve been thinking (and thinking and thinking) about what I did and didn’t accomplish in 2015 ... and how did it get to be the end of December already? … and here’s what I absolutely need to get done in 2016 … and so on. 

As the clock ticks toward midnight, though, I’m trying not to dwell on any of that.  I’m remembering Mrs. London’s and those buttery, sugary, happy-lazy afternoons when Christopher and I would linger over too-expensive scones and watch the snowflakes tumbling and swirling outside ... nothing else to do, nowhere else to be. 

So to all of you:  I wish you a very Happy New Year, and I hope you have many occasions to lose track of time in 2016.


  1. Some of the very best ways to use time involve losing track of it! :-)

  2. I love that your son used to say that! Happy New Year, Nancy! Here's to losing track of time in 2016.

  3. I love this. The place sounds lovely.

    1. It is! If you are ever in Saratoga Springs, NY, you should definitely stop by. And/or just hang out more in any pretty cafe with good pastries. :)


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