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May. 31st, 2011

I've been watching the good episode of Silent Witness from last year. You know, with the shooting and Harry being a BAMF with floppy hair and a Swiss Army knife and, uh, Ben Daniels's husband being lovely but getting himself killed fairly early on. Written by the people who wrote the clusterfuck in Budapest, but everyone makes mistakes.

Don't mock. I am living actually inside a hospital, with no cooking facilities and no proper Internet and no work to do until tomorrow. I am the only person living here. I ran 3.2 miles earlier and I think that covered almost the whole town, including getting back. That series of Witless is one of the few things I have on my laptop.

In any case, I heard a line that I'd not heard the first time and wanted to share it because I giggled:

Harry (re: clot evacuation with Swiss Army knife): The procedure was more RSPCA than RCS.


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Jun. 1st, 2011 05:22 am (UTC)
Well at least it's good Witless! But otherwise EEP!
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It is difficult to know what to do with so much happiness.
With sadness there is something to rub against,
a wound to tend with lotion and cloth.
When the world falls in around you, you have pieces to pick up, something to hold in your hands, like ticket stubs or change.

But happiness floats.
It doesn't need you to hold it down.
It doesn't need anything.
Happiness lands on the roof of the next house, singing, and disappears when it wants to.
You are happy either way.
Even the fact that you once lived in a peaceful tree house and now live over a quarry of noise and dust cannot make you unhappy.
Everything has a life of its own.,
it too could wake up filled with possibilities of coffee cake and ripe peaches,
and love even the floor which needs to be swept,
the soiled linens and scratched records.

Since there is no place large enough to contain so much happiness,
you shrug, you raise your hands, and it flows out of you into everything you touch. You are not responsible.

You take no credit, as the night sky takes no credit for the moon, but continues to hold it, and share it, and in that way, be known.

- Naomi Shihab Nye

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