Lá an Altaithe -the glass is half full

My daughter was asleep when I arrived home last night and when I awoke this morning. She woke up just before I was about to walk out the door so I ran upstairs to say hi. That meant I would have to run like Jesse Owens to catch the train. I don't, so I was surprised to see the DART still there when I arrived at the train station. The doors wouldn't open for me and three other stragglers, but just then the driver shouted "all aboard" and opened the doors for a second before pulling away from the platform. A familiar announcment came over the speakers, "We would like to apologise for the delay due to technical difficulties." Apologise? Yes I could complain that the trains here are often late for various reasons; renovation, rain, leaves, points failure... The first word of Irish I learned was an impolite homonym of a friend's surname, the second was the word for "hope" and the third was "As Seirbhís", out of service. But today is thanksgiving day for my family and friends back in the U.S. so for once I'm thankful that the trains here don't run as they do in Germany or Bulgaria. The fact that trains run at all is a miracle considering the similar sized city of Milwaukee no longer has anything approaching Dublin's level of public transport. Sometimes I'm thankful for small things that would annoy me on other days. Today I learned that Lá Altaithe means thanksgiving day.
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