When they made this particular hero, they didn’t give him a gun, they gave him a screwdriver to fix things. They didn’t give him a tank or a warship or an x-wing fighter, they gave him a call box from which you can call for help. And the didn’t give him a superpower or pointy ears or a heat ray, they gave him an extra heart. They gave him two hearts. And that’s an extraordinary thing; there will never come a time when we don’t need a hero like the doctor.
Long time since I’ve posted!
Just thought I’d share a song. I’ve really been enjoying playing Beirut songs lately.
This is Buzz (full name: Buzz Lightyear). He chose me on an early, rainy morning in Seattle when I was headed off to a math final and heard this mewing from our garage roof. He was stuck and wanted everyone to know. I coaxed him off the roof with some tuna and held him in my arms for the first time. He kept coming around my family’s house and a few days later we found out that our neighbor who worked for animal control had adopted this two-year old gray beauty to have as a barn cat (we all lived out in the country). He had been found and brought to the shelter she frequented. But he kept coming to our house. And when I held him, something clicked, I would clasp him to my chest and tears would come out. I was going through some difficult things and I knew I needed him. I made a deal with my neighbor to take care of her animals whenever she was on vacation (two horses, two cats, chickens and more) and she let me adopt Buzz. About two years later, Buzz and I moved to Boston and he’s been my constant companion. I love his constant chirps, meows and motorboat purring. I can’t imagine life without him.
My cat Buzz :)
Some days you get up and put the horn to your chops and it sounds pretty good and you win. Some days you try and nothing works and the horn wins. This goes on and on and then you die and the horn wins.
From Friday at 11:40 am to Saturday at 3:45 pm, my team of eleven and I ran a distance of 200 miles across New Hampshire. My first leg started at 8 pm Friday night; I ran 8.67 miles through a dark and starry night. My second leg was 6ish miles at 6 am, as the sun started to rise. After that, all I could do was hobble about. At 3 pm, I finished off with 3 ish miles, sprinting the last mile.
With 36 transition points where we hand off a bracelet baton to the next runner, community after community provided food, water and cheering support. Since all volunteer service sold food at donation price, I was extremely happy to support all the middle school kids that offered bananas and coffee.
When I moved to Boston, I couldn’t really run a mile without being winded. I just ran 18.3 miles on only an hour of sleep.
And even though, I can barely move today (I struggled to take my comforter off this morning), I ran so hard and accomplished so much. I am thoroughly happy.
Last fall I thought that running a half marathon sounded absolutely crazy…
Something Inside by Jessie Ware
Have you ever felt a potential love for someone? Like, you don’t actually love them and you know you don’t, but you know you could. You realise that you could easily fall in love with them. It’s almost like the bud of a flower, ready to blossom but it’s just not quite there yet. And you like them a lot, you really do. You think about them often, but you don’t love them. You could, though. You know you could.