Would you come to me? This song is from Crazy Heart and is indelibly etched on me. Which is why I’m watching and cleaning up after cats up for adoption. I came to them. They don’t give a hoot. The organization I’m volunteering for has no idea who I am, only sent a person out to get me to sign a waiver so that if I die because of the work I do for them, they are not to blame.
No wonder people don’t volunteer. I’ve had 20 years doing this and it has never been this impersonal. Well, at least the cats liked me today, my second day of service.
Think about it. If I needed you, would you come to me. I can count on my husband to be there for me, no-one else. But then I make him breakfast and dinner.
This morning I changed things up a bit and did an omelet with some leftover mozz from pizza and put some salsa on the top. I was in a hurry and didn’t have other pantry items such as beans but that’s OK. After all, I had to get to my cats, who needed me. Cheers, Dee
Cooking with Dee 