an example of someone who is not lazy

Talk about a motivational story! Or one to make your excuses for not working out seem really trivial. This guy, Charlie Davies, is now jogging. It was only October when the soccer player on the USA national team was a passenger in a horrific crash that severed the car in two and killed the other passenger. Davies broke his leg - both the tibia AND the femur - his elbow, multiple bones in his face and lacerated his bladder. And he's already running and doing agility drills. I ran about a mile on Monday and thought I was going to puke or pass out and spent most of the time since then sitting on my new couch. According to the article, a few weeks ago he could barely get out of his wheelchair. I understand that he's a professional athlete, but it's still pretty incredible that in only four months he's getting back up to speed.

In completely unrelated news, I've got birds! Inspired partly by MC's recent diaries on her amazingly beautiful property and the birds that occupy it, and partly from a discussion with my ex-roommate about her mom's African gray parrot, I decided to get a birdfeeder. It takes awhile for anything to show up in new feeders, so I've tried really hard to not get impatient. Yesterday, I finally got a few birds. Still not entirely sure what they are, but my best answer are bushtits. They're tiny little brown to olive birds that make small tsee tsee noises and flutter around. Hopefully, they'll spread the word around to their avian friends that there are some good eats on the second floor balcony.

Indoor soccer game tomorrow! After that embarrassing attempt at a run on Monday, I'm a bit worried about my first game back in months. It's disheartening how slowly 26 minutes tick off the clock each half when you're struggling for breath. It may be a long game.

Still Moving

I finally found an apartment near my new school and I'm finally moving into it this week. So far I have a random collection of things that I've moved over - a few crates of books; receiver, records, but no record player; plates, but no silverware - and my dad is coming up this weekend to help me move the big things with his pickup. In the meantime, I'm hanging out at my old house in order to sleep on my bed and to use the internet. I don't get a connection at my new place until Tuesday. Poo. You know how difficult it is to do online classes without an internet connection? To make it even more difficult, the classes require Word, which is not compatible with the current programs on my Mac, so I have to buy some expensive system. Double poo.

I'm still deciding what to do about furniture. So far I have a fold out camp chair to sit on and crates with boards stretched across to serve as shelves/desktop.

Sorry about the sporadic posting on here recently. I'll try and do better. Now that I'm living all alone again I'll probably have nothing better to do than blog away the time.

Overheard

Two boys, reading in bed.

9-year-old: Wow, I want to go to Europe. Don't you?

6-year-old: No!

9-year-old: What? Why not!?

6-year-old: Because they have vampires there.