The water roars out of the tap and makes a beat in double-time on the bottom of the plastic tub. I test the temperature and twist alternately the hot and the cold to correct it, then to correct it again.
This is not a meal-serving day at the Los Angeles Catholic Worker. The clatter of pots and the tinny calls are hushed. This is a garden hospitality day, the opening of our garden for sitting, as well as a dental clinic, a short yoga class, a giveaway of necessities, and a foot care clinic. I stand at a sink preparing a soaking tub for foot care.