When Friday feels like Saturday

Hello, We did a load of clothes this morning. Even though it was cool, in the 40’s, I hung them out. With the welcome sunshine and dryer air they dried well. We went to church to help unload the items which keep the meals going out of our church. It was not such a large load today. But it still took two trips to get all cart loads in the building. Grateful for the invention of the elevator which makes getting it downstairs quite simple. I put milk in the refrigerator as I can get down low more comfortably than others. While at church we, along with two other people, made sandwiches in an almost assembly line, for the Sunday morning meal at the homeless shelter. They will be heated before delivery. Four people made that move along quickly. After that Leory and I packaged plastic cutlery. It is purchased in boxes of 600. We divide it into groups of twenty-five. That makes it easy to grab a smaller amount as the meals are delivered. We deal with spoons and forks. I can say the spoons are much easier to get in the bag as they nest more readily. On the way home from church, we stopped at the community garden. We picked tomatoes, green beans, and broccoli. There were quite a few tomatoes. We did not pick all. We shared a bag of them on the way home and gave our downstairs friends all but two of them. The beans will maybe make a meal with the ones we have in the frig. The broccoli should have been picked much sooner. Much of it had gone to seed. I guess one of us will get a taste of it. For some reason I now feel ready for church tomorrow, but realize that it is just Friday. Paula