Watching the Giants go down 4-2 was agonizing, after two fantastic recent wins against the Texas Rangers. There's no turning back, Giants!
Now, the question is: how to hand out candies to the hordes of little ghouls and gremlins tomorrow while sitting glued to the telly cheering the Giants tomorrow evening. Maybe the candies can be coaxed to hand themselves out? Abracadabra.
Saturday, October 30, 2010
Sunday, October 17, 2010
Twists & Turns
The first rain of Fall. Was very determined to go out, browse, get a thing or two for the house. But as usual, housework triumphed and out goes all plans once the drizzle started. Shoot.
Finally, laundered that mite ridden excuse of a bolster. The bolster cover from Pandan Valley when the four were still small eventually lost the good fight and its seam ripped all the way through. Found it on the floor discarded like a rag last week (so much for no, you are not taking that away, ever) and tossed into the thrash. It was not even missed till today. Warm and toasty from the dryer and into a brand new white cover YY brought on her last trip here and that bolster is getting a new lease on life. Limp it may be but still well loved and comforting to a certain 15 year-old who has always been happy with old things. Not one for shiny new things that one. Pretty low maintenance and that suits me fine. Except for those infernal golf, then tennis lessons that always cost more than all my monthly spend.
Lately been pondering the sense and sensibility of giving up the higher disposable income back home for living paycheck to paycheck in the US of A. Was taking that turn in the fork of life's journey the correct one? Where will this one eventually lead and what would have awaited at the end of the other branch? So many possibilities. But are they really possibilities? Perhaps one does not really have a choice. They look like forks but you could never have taken the other road. It is a mirage to make you think you have a choice. Still, it is intriguing and at the same time heart breaking. My career is going nowhere, my kids will still be tugging at the apron strings for some time, and the face that looks back each morning and night is getting more lined. When will the next fork in the road appear and what (mis)adventures beckon at the end of those dividers before the next fork appears?
I think of those I left behind and I feel homesick. Why can't we all be here? I just don't see a fork leading us back there. Not yet.
Finally, laundered that mite ridden excuse of a bolster. The bolster cover from Pandan Valley when the four were still small eventually lost the good fight and its seam ripped all the way through. Found it on the floor discarded like a rag last week (so much for no, you are not taking that away, ever) and tossed into the thrash. It was not even missed till today. Warm and toasty from the dryer and into a brand new white cover YY brought on her last trip here and that bolster is getting a new lease on life. Limp it may be but still well loved and comforting to a certain 15 year-old who has always been happy with old things. Not one for shiny new things that one. Pretty low maintenance and that suits me fine. Except for those infernal golf, then tennis lessons that always cost more than all my monthly spend.
Lately been pondering the sense and sensibility of giving up the higher disposable income back home for living paycheck to paycheck in the US of A. Was taking that turn in the fork of life's journey the correct one? Where will this one eventually lead and what would have awaited at the end of the other branch? So many possibilities. But are they really possibilities? Perhaps one does not really have a choice. They look like forks but you could never have taken the other road. It is a mirage to make you think you have a choice. Still, it is intriguing and at the same time heart breaking. My career is going nowhere, my kids will still be tugging at the apron strings for some time, and the face that looks back each morning and night is getting more lined. When will the next fork in the road appear and what (mis)adventures beckon at the end of those dividers before the next fork appears?
I think of those I left behind and I feel homesick. Why can't we all be here? I just don't see a fork leading us back there. Not yet.
Sunday, October 10, 2010
Three Tens
Casino advertising perfect 10. 10-10-10. Hahaha. That's today of course. Trust a casino to use that.
Nonsense
Fleet Week in San Francisco Bay Area and the Blue Angels are in town for the annual show. But no one would go with me. This year, there is a Blue Angel transporter too. Maybe next year. I will go by myself if I have to.
It's been lovely weather. Even nicer than summer which has not really been any kind of summer. However, I am holed up at home, cleaning and dusting. For the party in two weeks time but also because I have to keep busy. Keep my mind off things. Idle hands equal busy mind.
Pancake breakfast at Cal High with Lai's, Kheng and Hwee Hong was enjoyable. But as usual, the jokes and conversations gp longer than I had expected and the Half Man and I were late for BBQ at UCB with the girl. Missed having my car washed too. Shoot. My car is in dire need of a wash. It's been at least six months since its last bath. Must download a coupon and bring it for a nice rub down. Thought it would be a busy day but we were home by 2. Woke up from a restless nap to an afternoon most distressing, the source of which distress is still a complete mystery.
Guess I would be starting new job soon. Can't possibly delay much longer. May look bad for annual performance review. Plus side is i have a really detailed transition and handover document. No one can accuse me of not doing a good job in that quarter.
Thinking of a run down to shop for knick knacks. Still missing some small decorative arts for the dining area above the bay window. Lethargy has set in and I am 99% sure it is not going to happen. And a nap beckons. Sleep debt needs to be repaid.
It's been lovely weather. Even nicer than summer which has not really been any kind of summer. However, I am holed up at home, cleaning and dusting. For the party in two weeks time but also because I have to keep busy. Keep my mind off things. Idle hands equal busy mind.
Pancake breakfast at Cal High with Lai's, Kheng and Hwee Hong was enjoyable. But as usual, the jokes and conversations gp longer than I had expected and the Half Man and I were late for BBQ at UCB with the girl. Missed having my car washed too. Shoot. My car is in dire need of a wash. It's been at least six months since its last bath. Must download a coupon and bring it for a nice rub down. Thought it would be a busy day but we were home by 2. Woke up from a restless nap to an afternoon most distressing, the source of which distress is still a complete mystery.
Guess I would be starting new job soon. Can't possibly delay much longer. May look bad for annual performance review. Plus side is i have a really detailed transition and handover document. No one can accuse me of not doing a good job in that quarter.
Thinking of a run down to shop for knick knacks. Still missing some small decorative arts for the dining area above the bay window. Lethargy has set in and I am 99% sure it is not going to happen. And a nap beckons. Sleep debt needs to be repaid.
Sunday, October 03, 2010
Many Milestones
Not sure what to write about. Tomorrow, my team gets notified. Think they landed for the most part OK but ... At least one will cry on my shoulder. I must know what to say.
The Indian summer was good while it lasted. Sorta weird that it would be the first full week of Fall but you can tell the change is beginning. I wonder aloud to the half Man and then the Man. How do the trees tell? How do they know that it is now time to start shedding even while the Indian summer was on? Leaves are strewn about on stretches of road and paths and in the carparks. Next year, maybe if I save real hard, we can go to New England to look at Fall colors. It is supposed to be beautiful there this time of year.
I have 4 to 5 weeks of vacation time and no where to go. Guess I can always spend them opening up the remaining boxes from Singapore now stacked away in the garage. Maybe the wedding pic that used to hang above our bed is there in one of them boxes. Maybe the BA plaque is there too.
And I wonder too about the offsprings. Isn't time to settle down for at least one of them? Life's milestones do not seem to apply as they did before. Every generation shifts them further down the years. Maybe my grandchildren's generation will have milestones that stretches where our grandparents would have departed, bless their hearts. Interesting dilemma for the sociologists, economists and any other ists out there that are intrigued by such inter-generational patterns and movements. For me, I just need to know when the milestones are reached per offspring so I can lay it all down one offspring at a time. So that finally, one day, for the first time since my early twenties, I can say, I am done and now is time, time for me to retrieve what remains of my years and just have time for me before I myself reach my own final milestone. Karma. Will God grant me at least that much? Never in my childhood dreams did I ever conceive that I would wear the mantle that I have unwittingly worn these past two decades. It is a mantle I will now willingly discard if I may be allowed, Sir.
The Indian summer was good while it lasted. Sorta weird that it would be the first full week of Fall but you can tell the change is beginning. I wonder aloud to the half Man and then the Man. How do the trees tell? How do they know that it is now time to start shedding even while the Indian summer was on? Leaves are strewn about on stretches of road and paths and in the carparks. Next year, maybe if I save real hard, we can go to New England to look at Fall colors. It is supposed to be beautiful there this time of year.
I have 4 to 5 weeks of vacation time and no where to go. Guess I can always spend them opening up the remaining boxes from Singapore now stacked away in the garage. Maybe the wedding pic that used to hang above our bed is there in one of them boxes. Maybe the BA plaque is there too.
And I wonder too about the offsprings. Isn't time to settle down for at least one of them? Life's milestones do not seem to apply as they did before. Every generation shifts them further down the years. Maybe my grandchildren's generation will have milestones that stretches where our grandparents would have departed, bless their hearts. Interesting dilemma for the sociologists, economists and any other ists out there that are intrigued by such inter-generational patterns and movements. For me, I just need to know when the milestones are reached per offspring so I can lay it all down one offspring at a time. So that finally, one day, for the first time since my early twenties, I can say, I am done and now is time, time for me to retrieve what remains of my years and just have time for me before I myself reach my own final milestone. Karma. Will God grant me at least that much? Never in my childhood dreams did I ever conceive that I would wear the mantle that I have unwittingly worn these past two decades. It is a mantle I will now willingly discard if I may be allowed, Sir.
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