NO! NOT AGAIN!

     I got a call this morning. Doug would be out another day, and would I please come and "cook?" It's one thing to be a volunteer, but being the cook is a completely different punishment.
     I had adequate help from the office staff, and one of them chose a menu: spaghetti and meatballs with English peas. The meatballs were frozen raw, and getting them to thaw and cook in a reasonable time was the only problem I had. The ovens aren't dependable, and it was hours before those balls were done.
     About a dozen folks came for sack lunches at noon. The girl with the dog was there, and Gatekeeper was quite frowny faced when I mentioned the dog had been in the dining room. Supposedly, it's a helper dog, and the girl does strike me as emotionally fragile… but she wasn't too fragile to let one of the male residents play with her dog by himself this afternoon. Just saying...
     I spotted Kevin having coffee on the sidewalk at the shelter behind ours this morning. His back porch "apartment" was neat and tidy, and we did not see him all day, otherwise.
     We have a new PR person—have I mentioned him? Super nice fellow. Came several times to the kitchen to see if I needed anything. I love his shirts—they're in bright colors that match his personality—let's call him Shirt Man.
     I couldn't leave until the accountant and I had filled and wrapped 36 plates for the warming oven. We're all so tired, but they'll agree that I had la plupart of the heavy lifting today.
     NO, I will NOT go in tomorrow—even if they BEG me! I have real work—that pays!

Romania… if you're listening… life is hard everywhere.