I'm feeling better today...although I had difficulty sleeping last night, I am once again comforted by His wonderful reminders. On my way home to take a nap, I waited at a stoplight, and was pleasantly surprised to notice that the license plate frame on the car in front of me read "Our God is an Awesome God".
For those that don't know what that means, it's the phenomenon that occurs when you think you see everything at a certain moment but actually things can change right before your eyes and you're not likely to notice. To be more specific, the blindness is more likely to occur when the change is outside the gist of the moment. So for instance, if I were raising a slice of pizza to my mouth, and the person sitting across from me reached over and removed a slice of pepperoni, I would probably notice, just because the focus and attention at the moment is on eating the pizza...but say if that person's left ear suddenly vanished, I'm not likely to notice the person pulling a van gogh.
So I just heard that LA County has banned lap dances, and effectively direct tipping as well...according to the ruling, dancers must stay 6 feet away. I guess that's just enough to shut down the clubs without actually passing a law that does so. The premise is that those kind of functions lead to drug dealing and prostitution. Hopefully, they'll follow up on it and do a good job of enforcing the ruling...I guess I'll keep an eye on the local club down the street and post an update.
In other news, the state of California has ruled to ban the sale of soft drinks in schools, I presume in response to the rising problem of obesity. Strangely, I don't recall soft drinks being available to me when I was in school...but then again, I did go to a boarding school (not unlike prison).
The eerie sensation as you approach the departure gate for your flight home, casually but carefully looking around for the perfect place to sit- ideally one that has space to place your bags, by a column with an outlet for your portable electronics, and conveniently located next to the gate- only to be overwhelmed by the vast selection of empty seats that extend to the farthest gate that can be seen.
Or perhaps an eight year old, routinely home on a sunny saturday afternoon, the house once again all to himself, only this time his favorite playmate- a basic set of legos- had exhausted its versatility as a source of entertainment. Reaching for the nearest sizeable pair of chopsticks, he decides it's time to make new friends with the big wok downstairs and mom's new tupperware.
In the middle of the night, and still awake. My ability to fall asleep, stymied by an undefined need to do something...and even more despairingly, my ability to do something, hampered by a nebulous burden weighing down the heart, but no outlet available to absorb the load of tonight's onerous encumbrance...receiving only the attention of an electric fan, its focused column of cooling air rushing through me. Very awake, yet very uninspired.
