I see my neighbor and she informs me the new grocery store owners, are only going to put long-time full time employees on part time. Our favorite cashier doesn't know how she is going to pay her mortgage on part-time. She has cheerfully womaned the express lane for years.
I come home to try and figure out where I should write my letters of complaint. In searching the Marin IJ, I see that a Tam High teen-ager committed suicide over a week ago. He has a lovely life, was well-loved and well-liked. He left a note to his parents saying they were great and it was not about them. And yet how does one live with the grief, and it sounds like there are a multitude who are grieving.
On Sunday, in the group I was in, people shared what was going on or had gone in, in their lives. There is some rough, tough stuff out there, and yet, some make it through. Most survive.
My sister-in-law sent me something this morning about response. If you cook a carrot in water for twenty minutes, it becomes limp. If you cook an egg in hot water, it becomes hard. If you cook coffee beans in hot water, they flavor the water and create a lovely brew. The idea is to live like coffee.
I don't know what to think or say about a child committing suicide. I can only bow my head and pray.