At the big name coffee shop at the grocery store there is a barista. She has worked there for quite a while, some of the customers call her by name. She’s a bit older, and has a rather kind face, though you can see that life has touched her. She is consistently courteous and patient even when the lines up are long. When I was there this morning she asked each customer if they had a good holiday season. It was a bit busy so the answers were of the “oh yeah, fine variety.” On my turn, as I waited I asked her if she had a good holiday. She met my eyes, and we smiled at each other for a heartbeat or two. Then she kind of laughed and said “oh yeah, fine. But I am glad it’s over.”
In a small coffee shop one eavesdrops without meaning to. A few customers after me, as I sat and drank my americano, an obviously regular guy came in, he was one of the ones who knew her name. The barista asked him about his holiday season as well. He clearly just needed to talk – was at that stage of the game where one just needs to say it out loud. I heard a bit of it, how “she was on the floor for two days…she won’t be coming home they say…” and tellingly: “its all I can think about right now.”
Just another rainy day at the coffee shop. So – try to find a household where grief has not been felt, where sorrow has not landed, where being human is not a mix of joy and pain. Kind of gives one perspective.
Sweater done, and fits. And the snow on the mountains around Lynn Creek the other day – just beautiful.