William Kamkwamba was only 14 years old when he built a windmill that could power 4 light bulbs and a radio in his village in Malawi. Watch his story here.
i will always miss you. as in, deep inside, at the back of my mind, you're there. the only difference with now, is that i've grown used to that feeling. i'm used to not having you around and i'm used to the way it makes me feel inside. i've adapted to it and found a way to mould myself around this discomfort. i forget it and it's drowned out by life and aspects of life that drive me forward and move me along. i'm keeping up to pace with everyone else and that's the only way to keep me from being stuck. everything is so fine and everything is so dandy. i laugh, i smile, i sleep, i embrace.
but then, there always comes that moment. that split second where i'm trying to fall asleep and i'm lying there in the dark. there's only silence and i can only hear myself breathe. there's a moment there where it rushes back. i see an image flicker through my head - anything, something that grabs me - and all of a sudden, i'm choking again. that feeling i've grown accustomed to, suddenly doesn't seem so harmless and dormant anymore. it hangs there for a while and i feel a little bit of my heart get scrunched up in the palms of your hands again. i'm reminded that what we had was good but you're not mine anymore.
and it hurts again. it hurts for a while, but i sleep and i wake up and it's okay again.
i'm wondering, is this how the healing works? that every bit of it will slowly trickle away and eventually, i'll never have to feel that split second of agony again.
december comes soon. where you will go and i will go and everyone will go. 2010 will come after that and what 2010 brings, i wouldn't know. i hope you'd still be around for me to know of and to be familiar with. we could start from the beginning and it'd be as simple as an introduction. or maybe not, because it all seems like a lifetime away.
i still have the letter. but of course it'd be slightly inappropriate now. some of the stuff i wrote, i'd have to change, just because we're somewhat okay now. maybe.
bleed bleed bleed, let it all bleed dry.
Are you prepared in case of a natural disaster? What do your plan and preparations include?
oh crap no...
yes, i live in Florida, it's the Lightening capitol of the US. We also regularly have hurricanes.
I don't even have one working flashlight. No extra food....nothing...
But lucky for me hurricane season is pretty much almost over, some rain from Ida and then the dry season will come on full force.
Saturday - Productive, mainly got all my errands done. Stopped at the Carlsbad outlet malls -- thought I'd tackle a little early Christmas shopping -- but apparently I wasn't the only one with that idea. The place was packed. Scary packed. I thought I might die under a heap of customers clawing at the 50% off bags at Coach. Narrowly escaped.
Sunday - Went for breakfast and took Bucky. When another jumpy/sniffy/nosy dog got near Bucky, we again found out that Bucky's still not dog-friendly. :-( His next training is Saturday.
Went bowling with some friends, and now my legs are sore. Geez, gotta get back in the gym.
I also tackled my first cheesecake, and it turned out pretty good. I stuck to a simple recipe -- just cream cheese, sugar, eggs, vanilla, and lemon rind. A lot easier than I thought it'd be.
Had some friends over for dinner last night; that's one of my favorite things to do. Sigh, I already miss the weekend....
So, I've been using my Typepad account instead of VOX, and whenever I come back over this way I have shit loads of spam comments to delete. Surely, VOX, if you delete a spam account, it should automatically delete all of the spam comments they've left as well?
There is a photo contest at my Job (for the entire 7 hospital system). I'd like to enter, but I am not sure I have anything really great. My choices are: