Not Gone Away

Valerie spreads the mustard.

Rob brought over all the ingredients on Friday. I checked the inventory against the bill of materials (manufacturing jargon!), picked up a couple of items, and went to the parish hall on Saturday morning to set up the assembly line.

COVID cases are spiking again. Because the church membership has a substantial number of people who are over 65 and have co-morbidities, e.g., diabetes, obesity, asthma, I opened the doors and set out gloves and spare masks.

Even if individuals are themselves low risk, they are very likely to have people in their own household who are in the vulnerable population.

Only three volunteers showed up because of the long Memorial Day weekend, but we still managed to put together 90 bag lunches in the scheduled two hours.

The extra supplies were put in the storage closet, and the lunches were squeezed overnight into two refrigerators.

Sandwiches on Sunday has returned to its roots; we're making sandwiches again. The coronavirus has forced the closure of the community garden and the cessation of hot cafeteria-style lunches.

But the need for a free meal has not gone away.