calling bingo

On the fourth Thursday of each month I help cook and serve a meal at our church. This lunch is served to anyone in the neighborhood who wants to come in and eat.  Many of the people who attend are homeless or live in government subsidized housing across the street from the church. Most of the people are very appreciative of the food.  Today's meal featured a casserole with ground beef and six diffferent kinds of beans. Sounds a little strange but really very tasty.  Of course anything is tasty if you throw in enough bacon and brown sugar. Lots of people came back for seconds.  Over the months that I've been doing this, I've developed a bit of a speciality.  I stir hamburger. (Ground beef is the base for many of our casseroles.)  The reason I have been assigned this position is that I am one of the few women helping who is tall enough to see into and reach down into the huge pots in which we brown the meat and keep stirring the meat to keep it from scorching. Other people add ingredients from time to time and I just keep stirring.

Last month and today I added another job to my resune.  I call the Bingo game that we always have after lunch.  Winners of each round win a dollar and, believe me, those dollars are important to some of these people.  I find I can make myself heard quite well.  I just remember lessons learned as a teacher and, more recently, as an amature actor.  Ironically, as I was calling numbers today, the director of most of the plays I have been in walked by and muttered "Nice projecting."  This was high praise indeed because when I am in a play he is always telling me to speak louder.