Weekend

I am sore. Today, my left knee hurt a lot and I just could not run or bend when playing tennis. It was very uncomfortable and made worst by the fact that with no one else playing, I was up against the Man himself. It was like my knee cap had disintegrated. Paying the price for the years of driving myself, running long laps around Hwa Chong's stadium and around Serangoon Gardens on the asphalt in an effort to prevent further loss of bone mass. Then the Half Man came during the break between Chinese class and chess and I had a bit of respite, nursing and rubbing the knee and its surrounds. And to my surprise, the second half of playing against the Man did not hurt anymore. I could actually run and bend again. I don't understand. But I was grateful.

And I came home to a mountain of laundry to fold and put away. Sigh. There has to be more to life than housework on Saturdays and laundry on Sundays.

Last night was fun. Makan time at the Lai's with the usual suspects, talking about Singapore and like any true blue Singapore, about char kway teow, teh tarik, dirty/squatting toilets and national service for the sons, even those born here. Getting together with all these friends we have made here are the highlights. They always make us feel wanted and included. We are grateful.