Luke 15: 8-9 ~ "Or what woman having ten silver coins, if she loses one of them, does not light a lamp, sweep the house, and search carefully until she finds it? When she has found it, she calls together her friends and neighbors, saying, 'Rejoice with me, for I have found the coin that I had lost.'"Have you ever hidden something from yourself? I've done it before, but this one "takes the cake," as the saying goes. Lauree brought me a gift bag full of goodies, as I wrote on my blog three weeks ago. I put the cranberry chicken salad in the fridge right away and opened a bottle of mineral water. I put away the graham crackers for me and the treats for Clawdia, who soon ate her cat food gift.
Then one day, I couldn't find the blue-and-white gift bag. Thinking "it has to be here," I searched for days. I hate it when I do things like that. "It's GOT to be here," I'd think, "but it's NOT." I couldn't have thrown it away, could I?
Last week, I woke up thinking about the lost bag of goodies, and I had a thought from somewhere (the back of my mind, maybe?). I got out of bed and went straight to that spot. Yep, I had hung the gift bag on a handle where I later hung the empty plastic bags from my Instacart order, completely hidden under many brown bags. It was right there in front of me all the time, but buried. Now that it is found, I invite you to rejoice with me at what I'll call a Feast of the Found Blue Bag. All of you readers are my friends and neighbors, right?
Preparing the Feast
Here's the Crown Center crew packing meals for residents last week. Left to right are Kari, Genevieve, and Judy. Notice they are all wearing face masks as well as gloves. Below are the individuals at work.
Judy in the kitchen putting it all together.
Kari in the kitchen cutting up the bread (sounds like lyrics for a song, doesn't it?)
Just before noon, as I was taking my blood pressure for a medical study I agreed to do, I got a text message from my buddy Sharon at the other end of my hall:
"Purple people eater blueberry muffin. I tested it this morning. Fit for human consumption. Outside your door."Sorry, people, but you don't get this at our Feast. I have devoured it, even the crumbs. It was so fit for human consumption that every single crumb is now gone. I didn't even think about taking a picture of it until I was down to the last bite.
While I was typing this, my neighbor Galina knocked on my door and backed away after handing me a small, unopened container of carrot-raisin salad. I had given her the carrot sticks from one of our recent meal deliveries because it's hard to crunch big pieces of carrot with my dentures. She thoughtfully gave me shredded carrots which I am able to eat. Such thoughtfulness among neighbors here at the Crown Center is very common, maybe more than usual during our lockdown. Like today, Donna got an Instacart delivery and shared her grapes with me, along with some of her fresh bread.
Lest you assume those meals being delivered from the Crown Center are just our normal fare, it isn't. This is an independent living retirement center. We have our own kitchens in our apartments. This is something special they are doing to keep us happy and healthy. Those who choose to be part of this program during the lockdown get five meals each week, whether we have ever been part of the food program in the dining room or not. No charge. We can make a donation later, if we like, but for now they are taking care of a meal for each weekday, if we want them. Thanks, Crown Center.
My closest cousin is Carolyn, who now lives in California with her son's family. We had a nice conversation this afternoon by phone, catching up on family news. She's a year older than I am, but for two days every year we're the same age. My 80th birthday was Sunday, and she's 81 today. Happy Birthday, Carolyn!