Coffee Date

 

My purse with it's autumn scarf from the Witches Walk swag bag, two large empanadas because our coffee house is now selling empanadas and a peppermint bark latte. 

My kids laugh about how over-protective I am about my grandkids and they are correct.  Today my granddaughter, who is in the fifth grade, wanted to walk a few blocks from the school to the coffee shop to participate in a craft activity a service organization sponsors on Fridays. 

I picked up my granddaughter and her friend at the school and drove them to the coffee shop where I sat at the corner table while they created these sunflower pictures from paper scraps.  Then I bought them each a chocolate peanut butter smoothie and drove them home. 

I can't describe the noise level in a coffee shop full of fifth graders. I think there were about 25 kids in the meeting room doing the craft and many more than that in the main room just chatting and drinking coffee-free coffee drinks.  

This man was taking to a couple about Medicare plans. I know this because I heard the word Medicare while he was screaming at them over the din. 

Maybe next time I will let them walk to the coffee shop and text me when they are finished. Maybe. 

It's a busy time over here. Monday I tried the viral Walmart Thanksgiving meal code and we picked up all of this for $25.  My original plan was to donate it to the food bank, but I decided to keep everything and send them a check for $25 instead. 

Tuesday I talked Mr Merry into going with me to a library program in another community. I like to think I know a lot about a lot of things but then I find out that I don't.  I did not know that black women were denied the opportunity to participate in the suffragette movement. I did not know that women wanted more equality in the workforce and the opportunity to be able to testify in court proceedings more than they wanted the right to vote (although most wanted that too). 

Wednesday we traveled an hour to one of our grandson's schools for a wonderful and respectful Veterans Day program that was very moving. My grandson is the blonde. 

Thursday I spent the day in the church office helping clients with utility shut-offs and then attended this workshop on racism. The presenter is so wonderful, young and earnest. And unfortunately it has not been well attended.  Again I learned some sad history of our country.  I had never heard of the Red Summer of 1919, the summer her great grandfather left for work in a suit and never came home. 

And Friday - middle school coffee.  

I am also struggling with a private situation.  I have written several posts about it, but I don't think I can publish them.  I enjoy visiting all your blogs. I am not sure when I can be posting on my own.  Enough said for now.