Weekend Coffee Share

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Weekend Coffee Share is a time for us to take a break out of our lives and enjoy some timely catching up with friends (old and new)!

If we were having coffee, I’d say I’m still frustrated with getting forced to blog using the new block editor which has change posting for the worse. For example in the past I could just copy an old post for my Weekend Coffee Shares and have the introduction and image where I want them. No more. I’ve wasted a couple minutes trying to get the image where I want it and can’t. I don’t have time to do tutorials on tasks I’ve done with ease for years.

I worked bot Saturday and Sunday by choice. Saturday began with a Shred-a-thon sponsored by the alderman of the 33rd ward of Chicago one of several where we need people to do their Census. Most people reported doing it. One was obstinate about not doing it and wouldn’t say why. We got to meet the alderman and the district county commissioner and I was impressed that they both were so young. I’d guess under 35.

From their I went to an H-Mart to work with a different team member. At both events in total we got 4 people to do the Census. I hope for more but that’s typical. The most unusual response this weekend was one guy refusing our pleas by saying, “No, I don’t do that. I’m neutral.” Obviously, he still doesn’t know what a Census is.

Sunday I went to Lindo Michoacán to work and boy was it hopping. We got 5 censuses done along with the usual people who just walk by or refuse.

I’d crop this image, but with the new @#$@ editor, I don’t know how.

I began watching Hitchcock’s Cold War Thriller Topaz starring John Forsythe as a CIA spy.

I’m finishing up Swann’s Way the first book in the Remembrance of Things Past series (or is it a collection?) opus by Proust. It’s building to a beautiful, though surprising end. It’s my second reading of it so I’m ready for the surprise, but anticipating the how.

The weather’s been hot, which has curtailed my usual afternoon walks. I just don’t like to be out in the intense sun when it’s over 90 degrees.

Friday I went to a family barbecue where one of the guests teaches in a suburb nearby. That school will be completely in class when it opens. Parents are volunteering to monitor how many kids are in the bathroom (only one at a time) and will be required to get substitute teacher licenses because if there’s a need they’ll be the subs. This teacher has room for 14 students in her third grade class, though there are 17 students in the class. The three new students will have to learn remotely. I wish all who’re starting school again the patience and fortitude the changes demand.