Friday, at the Cancer Center, I had my blood work done and settled in to assemble study notes for a test. I listened to a group of women talk. The 90 year old woman talked about the secret of her young looking skin, and how one of her girls had sent a picture of her in to the company who manufactures her skin care line. She received a box of products. She sighed, "But my skin is ruined now," and everyone assured her that it was not. (It wasn't either.) They sat and visited and talked about their children, and their jobs, and the grandson who wanted to be a wine expert, and Italian recipes. The doctor son who is flying in from Minnesota. One woman from Philadelphia was home for a visit. "There's nothing left," she said, and she's right. A lot of factories are gone. A lot of the young people have left the area. I think of my own kids, and I keep my head down and my nose in my book. The women talk on about our town. "There's no place to shop here," they complained. "The mall is nothing. If you want to shop you have to drive to Erie."
These seemed like very nice women. Don't get me wrong. I just found myself wondering what it would be like to live in a world where the only thing that mattered is convenient shopping.
Tim found out that he will, like as not, be laid off again. Financially, we can make it, but losing insurance again... I guess that I am discouraged right now. Heading off to work when I should be headed off to church? That doesn't help.