It's a crisp, clear day, the first one we've had with blue sky in quite a while.
This morning the day began in earnest for me when I learned that the Yonge subway line was delayed. (Another suicide?) So I went to street level and hopped on the 504 streetcar. There were about three other people aboard and I was able to snuggle up and read a bit in Ephesians. Then I felt too sleepy (I was up late for a change last night) and just sat there, eyes shut, figuring I'd be awakened when we arrived at Broadview station. At Broadview I got on the 100 bus, which again was empty, then got off at Eglinton and did the five minute walk up a hill to where I work--going over a bridge where a river runs below and noticing the nice dawn.
I was struck by the way just a change of routine can give a new perspective and as I walked along found myself giving thanks--for the day, for my job, for the coat I was wearing (I was conscious of it because I put it through the washer last night) and such like. God is good.
I'm not entirely sure why I couldn't sleep on cue last night so that at 11:30 I found myself in front of the tube waiting for David Letterman. There was to be a bit on the show with Michael Richards (of Seinfield fame) apologizing for angry racial epithets he hurled while doing his bit in a comedy club. When he came on, by satellite, he looked pretty ordinary--one more sad soul who'd muffed it, been found out, or what have you. Part of the audience found it hard to see Richards in any other light than as a comedian as he spoke, and kept laughing. Seinfield, who was a Letterman guest and had introduced Richards, would say, "It's not funny" when people would laugh, but it was hard to take him at all seriously either. The Seinfield show was non-stop humor, satire, tongue-in-cheek, manic outrageous behavior, etc. There were no serious moments, as happens in some sit coms (such as the All in the Family episode after Edith died, which showed Archie grieving about it in their grubby home, sitting in that familar overstuffed chair). So seeing Seinfeld and Richards acting serious just didn't add up: I found it hard to take it in myself.
This morning the day began in earnest for me when I learned that the Yonge subway line was delayed. (Another suicide?) So I went to street level and hopped on the 504 streetcar. There were about three other people aboard and I was able to snuggle up and read a bit in Ephesians. Then I felt too sleepy (I was up late for a change last night) and just sat there, eyes shut, figuring I'd be awakened when we arrived at Broadview station. At Broadview I got on the 100 bus, which again was empty, then got off at Eglinton and did the five minute walk up a hill to where I work--going over a bridge where a river runs below and noticing the nice dawn.
I was struck by the way just a change of routine can give a new perspective and as I walked along found myself giving thanks--for the day, for my job, for the coat I was wearing (I was conscious of it because I put it through the washer last night) and such like. God is good.
I'm not entirely sure why I couldn't sleep on cue last night so that at 11:30 I found myself in front of the tube waiting for David Letterman. There was to be a bit on the show with Michael Richards (of Seinfield fame) apologizing for angry racial epithets he hurled while doing his bit in a comedy club. When he came on, by satellite, he looked pretty ordinary--one more sad soul who'd muffed it, been found out, or what have you. Part of the audience found it hard to see Richards in any other light than as a comedian as he spoke, and kept laughing. Seinfield, who was a Letterman guest and had introduced Richards, would say, "It's not funny" when people would laugh, but it was hard to take him at all seriously either. The Seinfield show was non-stop humor, satire, tongue-in-cheek, manic outrageous behavior, etc. There were no serious moments, as happens in some sit coms (such as the All in the Family episode after Edith died, which showed Archie grieving about it in their grubby home, sitting in that familar overstuffed chair). So seeing Seinfeld and Richards acting serious just didn't add up: I found it hard to take it in myself.
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