Sunday at Cass
June 13, 2015
I drove through a drizzle into Detroit for this Sunday morning at Cass. But by the time I arrived, the rain stopped. The only time we got wet was when the wind blew, causing the droplets on the leaves of the canopy of trees to lose their grip.
Last time, I had brought a platter of cookies that I purchased at Meijer the night before. People gladly took them, however they were loose. I was concerned that if not consumed at the park, they’d end up crumbs after being packaged with all the other food and supplies our guests take home.
I did something different this Sunday. I bought four 20-count boxes of chocolate chip cookies at Meijer, along with a package of fifty zip-lock sandwich bags. At a card table in my basement, with a turntable spinning vinyl, I packaged two cookies to a zip-lock bag, making them a little more convenient for our friends.
It seemed to work well, and thus this has become my practice.
Chocolate chip cookies are my addiction. And I refuse to recover. I am especially addicted to Meijer’s chocolate chip cookies from their bakery. The practice of placing two cookies in each bag, these delightful treats, with thoughtful intention, knowing they are going to be enjoyed by someone who needs them more than I, enhances appreciation for all that is around me. I have been fortunate. A small catastrophe, and I could be on the other side of the table. Giving what I can, when I can, just feels right. The fresh, chocolate aroma stimulating my senses, adds to the powerfully good feeling of giving them to our friends at Cass.