Musings

It's been a while. Life's been rather hectic lately in the office. And weekends are pretty much filled with errands, going to marching band competitions to support one Nicole and more work, of the house type. I need a life!

As I watch the leaves along the roads to Iron Horse and the office turn yellow, then orange, then red and then fall to the ground, it is with some regret. Because I can see in my mind's eye capturing them on stills as they pass through each phase but they change so fast, almost daily that before you know it, the trees are almost bare and the ground is carpeted with them. Too late to set up the camera and encapsulate the magic of the season.

Looks like we will spend this winter without guests. Maybe we'll go to Vegas, see the sights and help me put my remaining vacation days to good use. It's use them or lose them unlike my US colleagues. But I need to start planning soon. Time just passes by so fast these days.

So I finally found the energy and willpower to use up the $20 coupon I bought at the May wind and arts festival and paid the chiropractor a visit. First visit was mostly about making me sign a bunch of paper, some of which I refused to entertain, mostly relating to my paying if my insurance refuses. Got the poor receptionist in trouble with the doctor because he did not like me keeping back those forms. Then it was scanning my vertebrae to see how good my nerves are and lots of x-rays of the spine.

Next visit was yesterday. The x-rays were very revealing although I had known about the problem for some time. It does look like I am doomed to lots of chiropractic visits in the coming year. Better that than problems in my old age, eh? Actually, I don't feel bad these days. I particularly enjoy the 4 hours of tennis each Sunday with the Chinese gang at Amador Valley High (except when the Man seems more intent on coaching for free than stroking with moi). I feel I am playing much better these days although I am still very breathless when playing single against the Man. The murmuring heart just cannot keep up with the body's need for oxygen. Curved spine and bad heart - what more ominous combination can a person ask for? It is a miracle I am still around after all the crises that have dogged my past.

But like I say, I feel good and tennis Sunday helps make up for the lack of exercise the rest of the week.

Halloween came and went and here are some pics of the cuties who came by for treating and tricking:


And I went to a CalHigh parents' meeting for seniors' grad night preparation recently. Seems parents are roped in to prepare for the grad night for seniors and the celebration go on all day and into the wee hours of the night. Keng was there too and said he and his wife may volunteer to help with the cooking. I am not sure what to sign up for - cloak room duty? A possibility. Don't think I can spare the time for anything else and I certainly don't have the connection to get a free car for the lucky draw. Then I sneaked over to the stadium to look at the kids practising for the next marching band competition. And found that Keng was also there. Took some videos of them. Unfortunately, not of the moments Nicole stumbled and fell to the grass still clutching her clarinet and getting entangled with the marching feet of her fellow clarinetists. But like the true champ that she is, she picked herself up and got back into rhythm. And my heart rallied from my feet where it had dropped when she fell and swelled with pride.