I do try. I do! When the opportunity presents itself, I do a good deed. Friends. Family. Neighbors. If it is within my power, I'll do what I can.
Case in point: a knock upon my door at 9PM. Who can it be? My kindly old neighbor lady. Ms Dees. Only eight years short of 100. She had locked herself out of her house, checking on her garden. I tried her other doors. I tried her windows. No easy mode of entry. Walked her back to my house, sat her on the sofa, and after four phone calls I found a locksmith (Ricky) that could bump the lock. "Just talk loud to her, Ricky. She's sharp, if she hears you." By 10PM, Ms Dees was safely back in her front room. No worse for wear.
And tonight, approaching midnight, I find myself working on a technical solution. For a friend who called in need. By the time I'm done, I'll be approaching 16hrs of work today. No rest for the weary. No rainchecks. Just me and my quest for karma. I'm hoping I can buy it with a good deed.
Wednesday, June 27, 2012
Tuesday, June 26, 2012
A Boy & His Dog
A rare treat today. Shirtless and strapped, Liam plugged in his electric bass, fired up some tunes on YouTube and started jamming. Mozart's 25th Symphony, AWOL Nation, and Scheherazade. Stunningly awesome combination of classic music, modern rock, and technology. Well done, son. Well done!
Monday, June 25, 2012
Wasn't Pretty
All I can do sometimes is try. Maybe I do well. Maybe I do poorly. But I'm going to do it.
Ran today. Waited until almost EIGHT O'CLOCK AT NIGHT to avoid the heat. Still approaching 100 degrees as I hit the road.
Took a slightly different route. Paced myself. But the ungodly heat and the after-effects of a long day of work gassed me out. Drenched in sweat. Major muscles starting to cramp. And started to hurt the last quarter mile. So I throttled back. Caught my breath. And finished the run. Wasn't pretty. (I'm rarely pretty when I'm training!) But I did it. And some days, that's the best I can hope for.
Ran today. Waited until almost EIGHT O'CLOCK AT NIGHT to avoid the heat. Still approaching 100 degrees as I hit the road.
Took a slightly different route. Paced myself. But the ungodly heat and the after-effects of a long day of work gassed me out. Drenched in sweat. Major muscles starting to cramp. And started to hurt the last quarter mile. So I throttled back. Caught my breath. And finished the run. Wasn't pretty. (I'm rarely pretty when I'm training!) But I did it. And some days, that's the best I can hope for.
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