(Not) Just Another Sunday

What an odd (and wonderful) Sunday.

Hiking and pontificating. Preparing sermons for myself.

Bike riding down by the river.

Getting hit by a car.

Getting lost.

And getting found.

A festival downtown.

Traditional Korean drummers dressed in blue and banging big drums.

Non-traditional punk rock bands forgetting all the words to that Sum 41 song. Asking if there are any megooks in the crowd then pointing at me. Waving as everyone turns to see.

Following a friendly old man with terrible English to watch a free showing of An Inconvenient Truth. “Uhwuh Gowuh” is what he kept telling me. I didn’t realize what he was talking about until I saw the poster. “Oh! Al Gore.” (Have you seen this movie my faithful reader? It scared the living daylights out of your humble narrator. But I’m sure with a little rest he’ll be fine. I kept thinking about something Kurt Vonnegut once said about everyone being controlled by powerful guessers who just want people to listen to them.)

Leaving my bike downtown after it got cold and dark and taking the bus home.

After feeling a little depressed and despondent last night. Frustrated with the patterned promise-breaking behavior of a certain friend, I spent the night alone and agitated, finally settling down to watch Kubrick’s Eyes Wide Shut (a movie I greatly enjoyed by the way. A much less shocking and more morally uplifting movie than I had expected.)
This morning it was with great effort that I at last dragged myself out of bed at 8:30 am with no food in the pantry and few prospects but a morning hike.