The other day at Rosedale Station A Voice asked everyone to get off the subway quick quick quick as the train had to return south to the Royal York. The Voice said another train would be along shortly. The Voice said, "We are closing the doors. Please exit the train." Everyone got off quick quick quick. They closed the doors. A minute later, the doors opened again and the Voice said we could all get back on. We did, and we continued our journey.
Was this the new train they had promised us?
This is a metaphor for my life, I think. I just have to figure it out.
Saturday, January 30, 2010
Saturday, January 16, 2010
My elderly aunt passed away on Tuesday. On Thursday, I cancelled my aunt's phone. The phone company guy completed the request, then said that he and his family would pray for my aunt's soul to make sure it got to heaven. I thanked him, and later remarked to my younger son, "It's amazing what you can get from your phone company these days." He replied, "I think it's part of a bundle.
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
by which I mean the early-teen variety, and sometimes including boys as well, should not be allowed to gather in groups in coffee shops. Do these young people ("Oh, my GAWWDDD!!!" "Oh, my GAWD!" "OH. MY. GAWWD!!!") not realize that some of us have abandoned our cherished spots in libraries, where no one says "Hush" any more, and fled to Starbucks or The Second Cup to get our reading and our writing done?