so i am working right now... coffee shops (at least this one) are pretty fun places to work. i can listen to the different people sitting and talking.
one group this morning was from a church and they were having a meeting about 2 missionaries they were supporting that go out and live with homeless people and witness to them and if they we be about to give enough support for the two people two and another two people to their team. i thought what do they need support for. they are being homeless...
another group one table away from them was talking about surrogate mothers and things.... i tried not to listen to that conversation. yuck.
the skate ladies are in now. they are regulars. nice old ladies who skate next door everyday and then come in for lunch together.
there is a table of three students from northwestern. i recognize them all but we don't know each other. one of the girls asked the boy how to spell traitor. he told he how to spell it, but none of them know he is wrong.
i just had to take a break from writing this to help what i assume to be a grandfather, mother, and baby girl. the lady and man were fighting over who was going to pay. both asking me to take their money. i went with the father because he had his out first. it reminded me of when my dad and grandpa fight over who gets the check. once my grandpa offered the waitress a hundred dollar tip if he got the bill, before we had even ordered. to bad these people didn't do that.
ok i might want to revise my grandfather, mother, baby theory... they are looking at a paper and he is giving corrections and things. he brought in the baby and i think she got the bottle out so who knows.
well thats what's happening in the land of the Smooth Grind.
In God's Hands,
thomas kvamme