
I'm clutching my display board and, look, I've got a live one, somebody is signing up on my clipboard! Who is that, I don't know, I've been working that clipboard all week. The tall man in the suit next to me signed up and then elected not to participate. He wasn't old enough anyway.
I did do two interviews last week. I was referred to a lady Mrs. T., age 102, contemporary of my interviewees mother who lives in the same retirement complex. I've talked to her twice and she is really with it. A good 102. However she does have some trouble figuring out her schedule. Apparently, the best way, is to call day of and see if she can do it. I can do that.
Today, we were again down on Capitol Hill, for a new pickup for the food bank. A major Asian products store in the International District with an unusual name. For the first time, it was pretty small, not more than a grocery cart worth. With 4 people there. Dennis and I are accustomed to the haul from the farmer's market where we fill almost every cubic inch of our mini-van with the seats pulled out. But maybe this can be developed, We've agreed to do this twice/month.
I called my lady but she said her grandchildren were visiting today. I can actually try tomorrow. She does live a fair distance away; that's why I was hoping to get this done on a weekend.
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