THERE IN SPIRIT

       The Sunday Lady is housebound this week with some minor back damage and an ice pack. Did it to myself; nobody to blame.
        I did get a report from Doug: "You didn't miss nothin'; it was crazy." It certainly feels like I missed something! BOB didn't come. Wouldn't you know he'd miss the one day I couldn't go? But the Sweet One showed up just as the homeless group was coming in for their meal, and he served all their plates for Doug. Then he helped Doug make up all the dinner plates. It's good to know he has improved that much since his illness.
       For lunch, Doug made corn dogs, fries and fruit cocktail. He says everybody was happy with it, but they asked, "Where's the soup?" There were 22 pre-release and 30 h0meless. That's about as large a crowd as we've seen on a regular Sunday. Naturally, the very late got only a sack lunch and were quite disgruntled about it.
       Doug said there was a "houseful of young 'uns." They included all the children from last week, and some of their friends, but not their mothers. The pretty little chub and her sibling were at lunch, but today it has come to light that only her grandmother actually has a bed at our shelter. The rest of them sleep at the other shelter—the one that sends folks out during the day. That's why we often have the very desperate and cold huddled in our foyer, but these children are apparently coming to lunch on their grandmother's coattails. The chub is put upon to ask for many extras; we've seen children used like this before, and always by overweight adults.
       Maybe it does feel like I was there.