64 thoughts on “Our Daily Thread 5-30-18

  1. My back verandah at school, where we eat snacks and lunch, is much cleaner. Several students had to spend time cleaning, I even provided the sponge. They weren’t very happy about it, but there needed to be consequences. One student did not obey a teacher at recess and even told her no. After a half hour of cleaning, she wrote a note of apology. Another called a classmate something mean and hurtful, nope, won’t let that go on.

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  2. Keep them straight Jo.
    You have to make children do the right thing, it doesn’t come naturally.
    Good evening anyhow.
    Good morning everyone else.

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  3. I bought something from a Starbucks once. But it was in a mall and nothing special happened. There was no reason to go back. The coffee wasn’t especially good.

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  4. Itโ€™s a beautiful morning!! And that birdie up there looks so soft! Had an awful nights sleep and ended up laying on the sofa in the living room elevating my head on the arm of the sofa. Perhaps I will get a nap in today!
    Chas I do like Starbucksโ€™ Chai latte…I always have them half the tea concentrate to lessen the sweetness and that for me is the right mix. Their coffee is too acidic for me. I like their mango black iced tea…again having them lessen the sweetener. We have coffee shoppes everywhere out here…but the closest town to us is smallish. The grocery where I shop has a Starbucks located in the store…convenient! โ˜•๏ธ

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  5. I like plain Starbucks coffee black. But why pay $2 for a cup of coffee when other places sell the same thing for dollar?

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  6. Catbird! Great shot.

    I like Starbucks mocha with mint or raspberry. My husband is always looking for deals, and it is usually buy one, get one free for us, and we hang out for a while. Cheap date.

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  7. I don’t care much for Starbucks. I did get a new coffee maker last week. They sent a new scoop with it and suggested 10 scoops for 14 “cups” of coffee. We have found that we like 8 scoops better. I make the coffee every morning. I drink mine black. I laugh that I have enough bad eating habits, I don’t need to add to my coffee. Mr P uses Sweet Cream from Coffee Mate. Oh! And to THAT he adds sweetener. May as well drink a frou frou drink. Perhaps I should get him some paper umbrellas to add. ๐Ÿ˜‰

    I also make the coffee at the office. I sometimes joke that my job is to make the coffee and empty the trash.

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  8. I am not a Starbucks fan, nor is my husband. He drinks coffee all day long, including at night and no matter how hot it gets around here. I have had a five dollar gift card for Starbucks for over two years now. We did buy something with it once, but have some left on it. I keep forgetting to use it.

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  9. Good morning! I got a starbucks gift card for Christmas several years go. I ended up regifting it as I am too tight to pay that much for coffee.

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  10. I have 2 Starbucks gift cards I keep forgetting to use — because I never really go there, either. I like coffee but am not a daily coffee drinker and, like Linda, I also find their menu entirely intimidating. “Uh, just coffee?” I’ll say. I never see that on the menu though lol

    At home I have a Kurig that I often don’t use for long stretches (I’m in that kind of a stretch now). One cup usually suffices if I’m in the mood for coffee. We have a free coffee machine at work, too. Can’t drink it black, too bitter, so I always add a splash of milk but no sweetener.

    t’s lightly raining here, has been through the night — I know this because Cowboy was so restless last night that I was up 3 times to let him out. He kept walking back and forth through the house and I could hear his nails. Click-click-click-click. …. Click-click-click-click. …. Click-click-click-click. He’d some part way into the bedroom, turn around, go back down the hallway to the living room, then back again. Pacing. He must have been worried about something.

    Anyway, it’s still raining this morning, the ground is moist which for us is always good.

    We’re now down to 2 reporters in our newsroom which just feels grim. Both of us are doing election roundups and I’ll have to work election night due to our dwindling resources. There’s also a fair amount of angst among the editors over the new media outlet that stole away the staff of our sister paper — they’re planning to have 12 reporters at the new outlet (it launches July 1) which is being funded by a local millionaire. No way can we ever now compete with that.

    It may not last for long, but it’ll make our lives miserable while it does. The editors have basically sucked whatever resources they can out of the rest of us to bolster up that paper — so now the rest of us have little to no manpower.

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  11. As often happens, I am behind on reading the comments here, but am jumping in with something.

    Re: copying and pasting something that is difficult to read. (Forgive me if someone already made this suggestion.) What I do is copy and paste it to an email, highlight it, and change the font that way. Then delete the email.

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  12. Oh, cool! I got 13, my favorite number! Ok, now I will be working on catching up on yesterday’s and today’s comments little by little.

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  13. The clientele of Starbucks here tends to be the hipster (well heeled millennials) to yuppy (well heeled baby boomers) class. The nearest one to me is on a street that has been thoroughly gentrified, with all manner of high-end boutiques, import outlets, specialty businesses, and antique shops. Tim Hortons is the everyman’s workaday coffee shop. I went to the Starbucks on my birthday, as I had been given a gift with specific instructions to get nice things to eat on the occasion. I asked for a medium sized pumpkin spice latte, since I wanted to taste what the fuss was about (pumpkin spice is a bit of a fall craze around here). When I was told the price, over five dollars, I felt slightly faint. I made sure to thoroughly savour that latte. It did taste good, but not good enough to justify spending that much money again.

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  14. I don’t drink coffee, but those that do say McDonald’s coffee is by far the better of both Starbucks and Tim Horton’s. Plus it’s cheaper and quick.

    Jo, I wanted to like your clean veranda comment but can’t from work ๐Ÿ™‚

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  15. Roscuro, pumpkin spice is cray down here in the fall, too. My husband once took our younger daughter out for coffee (not Starbucks) and kept wondering why his coffee tasted so bad . . . then he realized he was drinking her order, pumpkin spice. ๐Ÿ™‚

    My first visit to Starbucks, I didn’t like it. I ordered hot cocoa, and I have since determined I simply don’t like hot cocoa made with milk it’s a bit too rich for my taste. But while my husband and I were courting, and looking for places to spend time together, we often went to a bookstore that had a Starbucks in the corner. We would look at books and games a while, then sit down for a while with a drink. I learned that I like their chocolate smoothie (not available when they don’t have bananas on hand).

    They are expensive, but my husband has learned to make a game of it, and we nearly always get at least one drink free. For instance, they had “load at least $10 onto your card, get $10 free,” and so he and I loaded $10 on each of our cards. Then they had a “bingo” game with such things as “buy something on two weekend days,” and “buy something at two different Starbucks locations,” and he mapped it out where one purchase would fill three different squares, and then we would go during a time of day when it was buy one, get one free. So I got my drinks free and he got Bingo credit for his and ended up with three free drinks. A $5 drink is expensive, but when you can get two drinks for $5, and sit for an hour and read or talk, it’s a cheap date. When they have “half price” times, then we each buy something, and then we are earning points toward our next free drinks. We get a free drink on our birthday. But we virtually never pay full price for both of us.

    And the Starbucks in Indiana (or at least the places we have lived in Indiana) have more “common” people than yuppies. I felt weird the one time I visited one in Chicago, and I could never have gone to a Panera in Chicago, either. But I think fewer hoosiers are yuppies, and so it’s safe to visit such places here.

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  16. When I fly into Indianapolis to visit my family, along the way towards home I am on the lookout for a Starbucks sign! There is one in Shelbyville….I know the exit and how to get in and out…there is not another until I reach Cincinnati! Coffee shoppes do not seem to be a popular hangout in the area of my hometown….and I have serious withdrawal while visiting!! ๐Ÿ˜ฎ

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  17. Too sweet, too many calories at Starbucks. But, when I’m traveling, s skinny latte and the yogurt parfait with berries works well for breakfast.

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  18. This is me jumping in again. (Still catching up on yesterday’s comments, a few at a time.)

    Re: seeing wounds, or photos of wounds. I guess I am not squeamish, or at least not very squeamish. Maybe if it were a photo of a seriously infected wound, that would be bothersome.

    Years ago, visiting nurses taught me how to clean and pack my MIL’s open surgical wound (from an emergency surgery) in a sterile manner. I was surprised by how wide and deep it was (approx. 2″ x 3″ or more, and about 3/4 of an inch deep). My mom would have fainted if she saw that! I’ve also seen the photos of when my friend’s husband had a terrible accident with a chain saw, and it opened a HUGE gash in his thigh. The doctor said he’d never seen a wound that bad that didn’t kill the person. (We all believe prayer is what prevented his death.)

    Nightingale has developed a liking for dealing with wounds as a nurse. That may sound weird, but she says there is a satisfaction in treating the wound day by day and seeing it slowly heal. And of course, it is disappointing and alarming if it does not heal.

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  19. Starbucks: over twenty years ago, a friend coworker of husband’s in the Army, suggested he go in with him on Starbucks. Husband thought there was no way anybody would ever pay four dollars for a cup of coffee. He was mistaken. The other guy did well.

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  20. I think Hubby took me to a Starbucks once, and we also had a treat of some kind there. Well, when I say “there”, I mean we bought it there, but then took our coffees and treats back to the car. That was our kind of little date, which I nicknamed “raisins”. We would be out for errands or an appointment, and stop somewhere for coffee and a sweet treat, or a fast food lunch, or something like that. I miss our “raisins”. ๐Ÿ˜ฆ

    Many of you would probably tell me that I don’t really like or drink real coffee. I have it every morning, but I drink decaf (which makes Nightingale ask, “Why bother?”), with half-n-half and sweetened creamer. To Hubby, my coffee was too sweet, but to Nightingale it’s not nearly sweet enough. ๐Ÿ˜€

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  21. My kids coffee shop is better as they roast their own coffee on location. I don’t drink coffee, but enjoy the smells of all the roasting. My winter drink is a vanilla steamer with whipped cream. Just hot, steamed milk with a shot of vanilla.

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  22. Oh, I’m caught up with y’all now, btw.

    Yesterday, Chickadee was here for a visit, Nightingale was on a hiking date with Beau, and The Boy was with X. Chickadee and I were enjoying our time together, not expecting The Boy back until after Lacrosse practice, around 7:30. But X once again let him get away with not going, and brought him back a couple hours earlier.

    Nightingale won’t let The Boy blow off practice, telling him that he made a commitment to his team, and he needs to participate. But X doesn’t do that, which annoys her. It’s hard to instill certain values in a child when the other parent doesn’t cooperate.

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  23. Another conversation where I can once again answer, “Never did that/been there.”

    Never flew on an airplane. Never been to IKEA or owned one of their products. And now, never been to/had a Starbucks anything.

    What a boring life I must lead. ๐Ÿ˜‰

    Last December I drank coffee for the second time in my life. The first time was one winter when I was in high school. My fellow members on the speech team and I, along with our coaches, were on a bus to a school three hours away, heading to a meet. Bitterly cold that day, and the bus heater wasn’t working.

    We stopped at a McDonald’s and I wanted hot chocolate to warm myself up.

    Except the hot chocolate machine wasn’t working. So I ordered coffee, the only other hot drink they served.

    Worst-tasting liquid I’d ever tasted! I felt sick through the whole meet, and didn’t compete well at all.

    I decided I didn’t need to ever drink coffee again.

    But I always wondered if perhaps the taste of McDonald’s coffee in the 1970s wasn’t a poor example of what coffee could be.

    So last December, when I went out for breakfast with several of my local piano-teaching colleagues and the waitress mistakenly thought I’d ordered coffee, then placed a cup of joe in front of me, little wimpy me decided not to speak up, and just quietly accepted it.

    Coffee can’t really be that bad, I rationalized, can it?

    Oh yes it was. I put something in it — cream? don’t remember now — after that first awful sip.

    Still quite disgusting.

    I maybe took one or two more sips after that, thinking that maybe it would taste better after the initial sips. It didn’t.

    I wonder what the waitress thought later, having to clear a table with almost a full cup of coffee sitting there, nearly untouched.

    I am pretty sure that was the end of the coffee-drinking saga for me. ๐Ÿ˜‰

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  24. From yesterday, thank you, Kevin, Michelle, and Peter, for your GDPR-related comments. I’ve decided I’m not going to worry about it. That article link/podcast, Michelle, helped a lot.

    In other website news, today I published a new post. I do one a month most of the time now. (I did five the first month — last August — to get a good base of posts up early after I went live, and two posts in September. But it’s only been one a month, usually late in the month, since then for my posting “schedule.” Which is about how often I get some inspiration to write, is really what it amounts to.)

    Some of you may be interested in reading my newest post, if you took piano lessons at one time. While the post is mainly directed to parents who are looking for a first piano teacher, I did invite readers to comment about their early piano lesson experiences and their first teacher.

    So if any of you would like to read what I believe are important considerations in selecting a first teacher, you’re invited to read — and comment, if you’d like. ๐Ÿ˜‰

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  25. Speaking of “Beau,” as I did above – Remember I mentioned that he was half-jokingly, half-seriously talking about wanting to marry Nightingale? Since Nightingale has not encouraged that, he has backed off. She told me that she knows she doesn’t really know him well enough to get serious yet, and although she likes him a lot, and he’s a good guy, she doesn’t feel that she loves him.

    She has also remembered something I told her years ago. There’s an Arabian proverb (supposedly) that says that it is better for a woman to marry a man who loves her than a man she loves. The practical side of her is willing to marry a good man who loves her even if she doesn’t feel “in love” with him. Of course, she would still have to like him a whole lot, and be fond of him, and know that he is indeed a good man.

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  26. What a delight to listen to 6th Arrow practice piano today. She wrote some music in her Creative Composition Toolbox book, and asked something really cool. She said, “Mom, how do you draw a down-stem single eighth note?” And I thought, wow, she knows what rhythm she needs here, and knows that a note at the middle staff line or higher needs the stem to go down.

    She recently learned the rhythm of a dotted quarter note followed by a single eighth note, but the musical examples in which that rhythm pattern occurred had always featured up-stem notes.

    She absorbs so much, and remembers when to apply her knowledge, and when to ask questions, and what to ask, when something similar, but not exactly the same, is needed.

    I also loved to hear her return today to her competition music. It was the first time since the contest eleven days ago that she played those three pieces again. They are securely in her memory, and she still has a lot of confidence with them.

    Her piece with the “Allegretto” marking was one she was playing too quickly in the days leading up to the competition, so I asked her to slow it down a little (even though Allegretto is a pretty lively speed). She used a lot of self-control in playing it in a lively manner, but not so fast as to lose the character of the dance (a Gavotte), at the competition.

    Today, though, I had to chuckle at how she let loose with the tempo. A decided Presto, maybe leaning just a tad toward Prestissimo — very, very quickly.

    That girl’s fingers can sure move when she wants them to. ๐Ÿ™‚

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  27. Sixarrows, I often drink an entire pot of coffee, perked in a coffee pot on the stove.

    We have finished 14 dozen tamales. Packaged and in the freezer. Still need to finish dealing with the lard containers.

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  28. I drink way too much coffee to be able to drink it all at a Starbucks. Right now Mr. P is buying Dunkin Donuts brand coffee. We also have the Fairhope Roasting Company for coffee. At the office I drink Maxwell House.
    I also drink a lot of water.

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  29. RKessler, if I ever find my way to your part of the country (haven’t been since 1977), and am privileged to meet you, you will not have to worry about me digging into your coffee supply. ๐Ÿ˜‰

    And thanks on the compliment for my daughter. She started a bit later than most kids (age 8 1/2, quite close to 9), mostly, to tell the truth, because she was a little resistant to my instruction at first, so I decided to wait until she was more mature/cooperative. And for some kids, like in her case, being a little older becomes a decided advantage in how fast one progresses. She’s learned in these less than two years since starting what younger children often take three, four, sometimes more years to accomplish.

    She’s nearly to an intermediate level now, and her technique is strong.

    What I’m most pleased about is her diligence in practicing. I’ve discovered a lot of great resources over my years of teaching, and some good new stuff, so I give her a lot more on her weekly assignment than most students at her level. (The advantage of being able to give longer lessons than the standard half-hour weekly that most elementary students take.)

    Right now (for this week) she’s got two pages of music theory, three sightreading & rhythm cards, three technique exercises, one composing exercise, four new pieces of repertoire, five review pieces, and five pieces from her polished repertoire. She plays all of this six days a week (every day except Sunday).

    She usually breaks her practice into two parts, separated by a few hours, which helps keep her mind fresh. But today she played all of it in one session, and did well, even with adding those three extra competition pieces back in!

    It’s exciting to watch her use the gifts with which the Lord has blessed her.

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  30. Yum, RK has tamales! Haven’t had a really good tamale in years. I guess on our next trip to Arizona I’ll have to get some. We’re planning on early July now, since that’s when I can get off from the cave. I remember that 4th of July was one of the times when people made tamales. Then and at Christmas.

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  31. Kizzie, I’ve never heard that was an Arabian proverb, but it’s advice my mother-in-law gave and followed. When my father-in-law was dying after 40+ years of marriage, he told her that if she married again she should marry someone who loved her. She did that, and had a wonderful 20-year second marriage.

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  32. Cheryl, I don’t feel uncomfortable among yuppies. I actually find observing the well to do very amusing. Dear friend and relative, Second, Youngest, and I used to people watch when we went on our adventures together. Dear friend had a turn for hilariously ironic description, and the rest of us were keen observers and there was nothing more amusing than watching our financial and social betters put on airs. Our mutual grandmother came from the serving classes, while her mother-in-law was upper class, and our grandmother was similarly humorous in her remarks to her condescending in-law, so we come by our working class irreverence for the rich honestly.

    Although we were from low income families, our parents (dear friend was also homeschooled) taught us to appreciate good literature, art, and music, so we had an understanding of part of the culture of the wealthy. When we attended classical music concerts, as classically trained musicians ourselves (dear friend has a degree in music performance, and Second and Youngest both had music lessons from the same teachers as I did), we would find the ostentatious attempts of the yuppies to be visibly seen to appreciating the music to be absolutely hilarious. I recall attending a concert, which was free to music students, of two world famous pianists. The very yuppy gentleman in front of us, flanked by two lady friends of the same rank, nodded his head to the music all the way through the concert, but not at all in time, which was rather annoying to us, as it was distracting. At the end of the concert, one of the ladies gushed to the gentleman about how he must have enjoyed the concert. He replied, “I knew every note”, which I’m afraid we flatly disbelieved and laughed over afterward. The icing on that cake was when dear friend took lessons from one of those famous pianists whom we heard at the concert.

    So, when I went to that gentrified street for my birthday outing, I gained considerable amusement from listening to the hipsters talk about their wonderful plans to make money and the yuppies talk as if they were well cultured and well traveled [On my way back from West Africa, during the five hour layover at Brussels, I overheard a yuppy woman sitting next to me cataloging to her husband all the places they had traveled – her tone was just loud enough to make it obvious that she hoped she was being overheard]. They don’t notice that I am there. I spend very little money on clothes, but I have learned how to wear the clothes that I do possess – an elderly friend from church once told me, “You always look so elegant” when I was wearing a second hand jacket and shirt, and a homemade skirt – so the shopkeepers and baristas regard me as one of the regular clientele and I don’t let on any different. So, I blend into the background, observe, and laugh up my sleeve the whole time.

    Lest you think that I despise the upper classes, I do not. I know, having given care to patients who have happened to be from both high and low social status, that underneath the veneer, the very wealthy are just as human and vulnerable as the homeless. A hospital gown is a powerful social leveler. But the hipsters and the yuppies often use their wealth to try to create a barrier between them and the world of suffering around them. It is a pleasure to puncture their force field with laughter. It is much a better method than the one the anarchists take: http://www.cbc.ca/news/canada/hamilton/locke-street-vandalism-update-1.4607858.

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  33. My father was from a thoroughly farming and manual labourer background, but he was the one who introduced my siblings and I to classical music (he could not only identify the composer and name of a piece playing on the radio, but sometimes even what orchestra was playing it), classic literature (it was his love of Dickens which inspired me to start reading Dickens and the classic novels on our shelves were almost all his), and art, whether it was classic films, photography, or paintings. But he had a similar sense of humour to my mother’s side of the family about the well to do. Once, he took the four of us (Eldest was married by this time, and dear friend is an honorary daughter to my parents) to a famous music store in downtown Toronto. Dear friend sat down at one of the high quality grand pianos in the showroom, and proceeded to rip into one of Chopin’s Etudes (the one below, if I remember correctly). The sophisticated salesman came over and said to my father, “We are having a sale on right now, and this is only forty thousand.” My father didn’t bat an eyelash. He gave a noncommittal answer, and we moved on as if not quite satisfied enough to make a purchase. But he still laughs with us over that incident. My father never even made forty thousand in a year’s wages.

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  34. 6 Arrows, in college most of my fellow students drank coffee. If they didn’t drink it when they started college, they did by the time they graduated. I didn’t like the taste (and I’m unusual in not even liking the smell), and I didn’t want to “develop” a taste and then a craving for it, so I continued to avoid it.

    Working in Chicago, there were days it was so cold and wet that something hot was necessary, and if hot cocoa wasn’t available, I would drink coffee on such a day with cream and lots of sugar). But that was only about once a year. Since then, on the rare occasions I drink coffee, I have cut way back on the sugar I include (from about four teaspoons to 1/2-1 tsp.), but hot cocoa is far and away my preference, and if I drink mocha it needs to have mint or caramel or raspberry added to cover up as much as possible of the coffee flavor.

    I once attended a banquet that had as beverage choices only tea or coffee–not even water. I went out in the hall to get water from a drinking fountain.

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  35. Roscuro, of the Starbucks incident, you say, “Cheryl, the other people in the Starbucks were indignant on the menโ€™s behalf in the footage other customers took of the event: https://www.theguardian.com/us-news/video/2018/apr/16/social-media-video-shows-arrests-of-black-men-at-philadelphia-starbucks-video .” I was aware of that, and was able to watch a video some weeks ago (I can’t watch videos right now), but the video really wasn’t understandable enough as to what was going on. (I couldn’t hear the words being said.) In addition, someone suggested it is possible it was a “set-up,” that it actually was friends of the young men who filmed them, and the young men might not have ever actually told an employee, “We are meeting a friend, and will order something when he gets here.”

    I’m not saying this is what happened–truth is I simply don’t know. But it is super hard to imagine that a company that has been told politely “We are meeting a friend here and then we will be ordering” would have the potential customers arrested, so alternate explanations seem quite plausible.

    I too have occasionally used a rest room without patronizing the business–but I do it with businesses that I do patronize. I feel no guilt in using the rest room at McDonald’s without buying anything, for instance, since I order from McDonald’s far more often than I use the rest room there. If I am going into a store I don’t usually visit, then I will look for something to buy. I did once duck into a store on the road, in desperate need for a rest room, and saw a sign, “Rest rooms for customers only.” It’s a business’s right to set such a standard. I said to my husband, “Buy a candy bar or something–I’m going in there.”

    In college I was once with a group of six or eight students, and one of them knew a place we could sit and talk for a few minutes. It turned out that it wasn’t obvious that the sitting area was part of a hotel lobby, but it was. And an employee came over to us and said, “This area is for customers only. Cokes start at $3.75” (or some price that was pretty high in 1990 dollars). Three students in our group ordered drinks, and we sat there for another half hour.

    It is completely valid for a place of business to say, “This area is for customers only.” In fact, I have been on the other side of that equation. In the process of moving down here, my husband and I once decided to eat lunch at Panera. We went in and looked around, and saw no available tables. Most of the tables were occupied by college students who were studying, and at least half of them had no food or drink at the table. Now some of them may well have ordered something initially, and finished eating or drinking an hour ago–but some probably claimed a table without buying anything. The presence of students occupying every table kept the company from at least two paying customers, and it also inconvenienced those potential paying customers–we left, and other customers might have done so as well.

    It’s one thing to sit for ten minutes before ordering, or twenty minutes after finishing your drink or your meal, and it’s another thing entirely to use their table and their wi-fi for an hour or two (and their rest room periodically) without buying anything at all. It isn’t fair to the business or the actual customers.

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  36. Oh, and I have the same sense among yuppies. My husband and I met a neighbor last week who used every opportunity to tell us how important he was. He was very polite, but very full of himself (including telling my husband that he should become a Free Mason because then he–my husband–would have “clout,” too). I’m not awed by wealth or power or fame (though I can be impressed by skill). But neither do I want to be in a place of business that caters to rich people only. I’m fine going to a play that has rich people attending, also, but I wouldn’t want to go to a $500/plate meal even if someone else paid for my meal.

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  37. Cheryl, the man of European descent speaking to the police officer is forcefully inquiring as to just why these men are being arrested, saying that the men did nothing wrong. The woman holding the camera (remember, in this day and age, when anything of interest happens, the smartphone cameras of bystanders are turned on) then chimes in “I was here the whole time. They didn’t do anything.” The man speaking to the police officer turns around and gestures to her as one bystander would to another bystander who just joined in the conversation. I may say, judging the unseen holder of the camera from her verbal inflection, that she is probably what is regrettably termed ‘white’. That is not to say there is a distinctive ‘black’ accent – the accents of North Americans of African descent are as varied and regional as those of any other migrant group – but rather the vocabulary and the way the vocabulary is used is quite typical of a middle class North American of European descent.

    I cannot get all worked up about a business allowing people to sit or use the bathroom without paying, and the more so when the business voluntarily made that decision. Here, in southern Ontario, we have both extremely cold winter days and extremely hot summer days. Both types of days, advisories are released, so that more room is made for the homeless to be got in off the streets. One too many dead bodies brought that policy into being. Given the choice between a lack of seats in the local coffee shop and a dead body on the street, I’ll take the lack of seats. I share buses and sidewalks with the homeless everyday. They are often filthy, reek of urine and other things, profane, not infrequently dead drunk or high as a kite, unnerving in their behaviour, and downright annoying with their requests for money, but they are human.

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  38. Speaking of those of European descent, the North Americans who emphasize property ownership above all seem to have forgotten their own traditions. European communities have long had a tradition of places that are commonly owned or for general use. Every English village had its green of common land and its tavern or pub. Pubs are places where one goes to socialize, not simply to eat and drink. It is not necessary to buy a drink to sit in a pub with ones’ friends, to sing together and socialize. Barber shops at one time seemed to perform a similar function in North American communities, but no longer. In this day of Wifi, it is often lamented that people are communicating face to face less and less. Coffee shops are the closest thing to an English pub that North America has at the present time. It is pretty sad to see a day when in order to socialize with one’s community, one must have the price of a cup of coffee.

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  39. Lewiston has a guy who walks up and down the street ranting and raving and waving at cars. One day he was sitting on the curb with his legs outstretched and got his legs run over. He was sent to the hospital in Seattle and received most adequate care. He is back on the streets ranting and raving and waving. The hotel people all know him and they see that he gets a complimentary bed at night. Nobody made them do that. They are just kind thoughtful folk. He is one of many and that act of kindness is just one of many. Or I could say those acts of kindness as somebody paid for his hospital stay and his travel there and back. And the many meals he gets.

    People are often quite willing to help others, when and if they see the need. Life is filled with wonderful people.

    But there are those who would begrudge any aid to any of them. And there are those who would make much out of nothing. We don’t know.

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  40. Roscuro, businesses certainly may allow non-customers to use their facilities. But they also may choose not to do so. As long as they attempt to be consistent in those policies, I don’t much care either way. Likewise, I may choose to allow people to walk their dogs on my lawn or choose not to allow it. If I say, “Please do not walk your dog on my lawn” and the person chooses to do so anyway, then they are trespassing. Obviously, if I encourage or condone it from some people and then refuse to allow other people to do so, I may have a problem on my hand. But if I am consistent with everyone, or if I have a sign saying “No trespassing,” then I have a right to call the police and enforce that I really do mean it that walking your dog on my lawn is a problem for me.

    Not knowing what happened before the incident (e.g., how long the men had been present without buying anything, what interactions had happened between them and restaurant employees) or how the restaurant in question had historically responded when people have come in and not bought anything, I can’t comment on the rightness or wrongness of the response. It seems excessive, but I have no idea.

    I do know that responding by making an official policy that anyone can come in and spend time, without purchasing anything, is asking for non-customers to take serious advantage of you.

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  41. Mumsee, in a street lined with shops, it is not within a shopkeeper’s interest that there be parking spaces exclusive to one shop. Any shopkeeper worth their salt knows that people will be more likely to come to their shop if they can just park their car anywhere and stroll from shop to shop. In the town closest to where my parents live, the shopkeeper along the main street will frequently pay, around seasons of the year when shopping is busiest, to ensure all the surrounding pay to park lots and parking spaces with metres are free for parking in order to encourage the flow of customers.

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  42. If people go into business and need to make a certain amount to pay their bills, they need customers. Having people come to socialize is nice but does not pay the bills.

    Our local grocery store has lots of folk come in and socialize. The Old Coots Coffee Club is one such group. They go in and chatter for a couple of hours, do the crossword puzzle and soduku in the local paper, talk about their medical conditions and who died. Then they go home. My husband recently bought chairs to replace the chairs they had been sitting in for years, and the proprietor had okayed it ahead of time, but she insisted on reimbursing him because the socializing is part of what she offers there. A grocery store. The big equipment store has a similar set up. As does the hardware store. But it is their choice. One does not go into the bank and demand use of the facilities. Oh, and the grocery store has a sign, “restrooms for customers only”. The jail is right next door and has plenty of bathrooms.

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  43. Kevin, 6:22, glad I’m not the only one. ๐Ÿ˜‰

    Cheryl, I love cocoa, too. And I like some kinds of tea — I often order chai with whole milk or almond milk when I’m at our local music teachers meetings. (We always meet at coffee shops.)

    I’ll buy tea at the grocery store on occasion, too, as I and a couple of my daughters enjoy it. My favorite part of buying tea at the grocery store, though, is smelling the coffee beans in the same aisle. ๐Ÿ˜‰

    That would be noticing the smell of the beans, not actually going up to the beans and smelling them, if anyone got a funny picture in his/her head. LOL. ๐Ÿ˜€

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  44. If I were a coffee shop owner, I would probably recognize that someone coming in, say, to study in my shop might well buy one or more cups of coffee or other caffeinated beverage in the course of their time there. A person sitting in a shop is always a potential customer. The sight and smell of other people’s beverages may well prove too much for the person not presently buying. I am in a university town, and to see students studying in a coffee shop is not an uncommon sight, nor an unwelcome one. I don’t, because I cannot concentrate in that kind of environment and I do not trust public Wifi and have other places to access the internet.

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  45. Roscuro, speaking of world-class pianists, I found a book at a nearby city library yesterday that looks quite interesting. The book is entitled, At the Piano: Interviews with 21st-Century Pianists, by Caroline Benser.

    The author interviewed eight major pianists, and, at over 150 pages, there looks to be a lot of interesting information in there.

    The pianists who were interviewed were Leif Ove Andsnes, Jonathan Biss, Simone Dinnerstein, Marc-Andre Hamelin, Stephen Hough, Steven Osborne, Yevgeny Sudbin, and Yuja Wang. I read the acknowledgments, then paged around and let my eyes fall on parts of interviews here and there throughout the pages.

    There was one part, I think in the section with Simone Dinnerstein, where she was performing Beethoven’s Emperor Concerto on a tiny stage, with the grand piano right on the edge of the stage. The first row of the audience was right there.

    Some guy in the front row, clearly in her peripheral vision, was fidgety and wearing a bright green shirt. Every time he moved, she saw it.

    Aack! Something like that would drive me nuts! ๐Ÿ™‚

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  46. Kevin – No, I have not met Beau yet. Nightingale tends to think of “meeting the parents” as something that happens when a couple gets more serious. I’ve been meaning to tell her that that used to be something that would naturally or casually happen before the couple got serious, but I never think of it when we’re talking.

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  47. Cheryl & Mumsee, it seems, despite having read only a couple of the articles I saw posted on the subject, know more about the incident. According to the news articles, the two men were only there for a couple of minutes. One asked to use the washroom. They were refused and told to leave. The men said that they were waiting for a friend before ordering. The police were called. The friend arrived just when the police did. The men were handcuffed and led away, which was the part captured by the video. There was no demand to use the facilities without buying anything – the men were simply waiting to order, which is a scenario so common that I think nearly every one of us has told a server the same thing at some point. Starbucks has acknowledged that the shop manager was in the wrong. The two men accepted each a symbolic one dollar settlement from Starbucks, so they were not out to make any money.

    The city pastor once preached a sermon about Jesus healing the Gadarene demoniac. He pointed out something that I had never to that point noticed about that story, but I have since seen mentioned by other commentators on the passage, that the herd of swine belonged to people and great revenue was lost to them by the demons entering into the swine and causing them to run into the sea. Jesus knew that would happen when he allowed it. The pastor commented that the relief of one tormented human being was of far greater importance to God than the private property of the owners of the herd.

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  48. 6 Arrows, we were sitting up on the balcony, so hopefully the pianists were not distracted. That is the first time I have seen how Leif Ove Andsnes’ name is spelled – I have only heard it pronounced by the announcers on the classical radio station. That is how I first learned several of the more difficult to pronounce composer’s names, hearing them before reading them. When I would encounter the names in print it was like a puzzle, fitting the letters to the right sound, e.g. Dvorak (dvor-zhAck).

    I also do not like coffee by itself. I only like it as part of a mixture of flavour, as in a cappuchino or latte. I have drank straight coffee on occasion for health reasons. It used to be used as a stimulant for those with difficulty breathing, and my mother once used it for me when I collapsed, as a child, at a picnic with an asthma attack. An ambulance had been called on the occasion, but by the time I reached the hospital, I had recovered, and my mother was always disposed to attribute that to the coffee. When I had the attack last week, I did try coffee as I had already taken all my inhalers. It didn’t make me any worse, although I think it was part of the reason I hardly slept that night. But, oh, the taste of it reminded me that I do not like coffee straight.

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  49. Roscuro, I would have never known how to pronounce Ricardo Chailly’s last name correctly had I not heard it on public radio before seeing it in print.

    Neeme Jarvi, either.

    (Ricardo SHY-ee; NAME-ee YAIR-vee.)

    There are probably some others I’m forgetting.

    Oh, Helene Grimaud.

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  50. Roscuro, I have thought many times of the financial loss of the pigs, and figure that the same God who created us has the authority to kill some of His pigs or to command the slaughter of a whole nation, including women and children.

    I too have read a few things about the Starbucks incident, and I heard the recording of the manager’s call to the police–which sounded polite and respectful. Like I said, my “sense” is that Starbucks acted inappropriately, but I have seen enough stories told one way in public and the telling doesn’t match what other eyewitnesses say that I hesitate to make definitive judgments.

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  51. Cheryl, Jesus was living as a human, and, as he said, the works that he did, we would do by the Holy Spirit (John 14:12). Allowing the swine to be destroyed by the demons was not in the same category as God ordering the nation of Israel to destroy the Canaanites. It is never acceptable for Christians to decide to massacre non-Christians because they are non-Christians. It would be perfectly acceptable to cast demons by the power of the Holy Spirit out of a person into a herd of pigs.

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  52. I’m kind of strange (but you knew that), I actually really like coffee w/cream — and yet I have never become a daily coffee drinker, I usually forget about making it in the mornings. It’s more of a treat for me — although there are some ‘seasons,’ maybe for a stretch of several weeks or a month in fall or in winter, where I’ll get into a routine of making 1 cup in the mornings (2 sometimes, but rarely). But then I’ll forget all about it one morning and the routine is broken. At work, our coffee machine also has hot chocolate and I prefer that in the afternoon as an occasional treat.

    It’s been very overcast lately in the afternoons so it feels like it’s getting dark earlier. I did get the dogs walked this evening when I got home, but am going to postpone watering the plants until tomorrow night.

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  53. We had four days in a row of temps in the 90s, broken today by a low-80s prediction. I’m not sure it got out of the 70s at all, though. It felt nice.

    I’m going to go to bed with classical music in my head. Maybe from two of my favorite composers: Choppin’ and Batch. ๐Ÿ˜›

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  54. Well, I finally made it here at midnight to discuss coffee. I did not drink it until in my 40s and decided it would be black to not add calories. I like Starbucks black grande (medium size is grande, a tall black is actually the smallest and a Venti is the largest. I do not do the sweet or creamy expensive drinks there. I do not often get Starbucks except sometimes when it’s on sale at the grocery store, I will buy their ground Verona or French Roast for making it at home.

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