Two days after my bike gets stolen from my garage... I'm on the look out. When I'm driving around my neighborhood and I see someone on a bike... I slow down and check if their bike is my bike. I don't care if it's a kid... it's a senior... everyone's a suspect. What are the chances I'll get my bike back.
I have renter's insurance.. but the deductible pretty much zeros out the cost of the bike. Ugh... still kicking myself.
NN's first game with volleyball season... another sport... another season... same results.
They won the 1st game with their starting rotation. Then their 2nd rotation gets blown out of the water. And by the time it's the 3rd game... the ball drops the other teams way. Another loss. Another... dang... loss.
When will NN register her first win????? When that day comes... I'll celebrate more than she does.
For the umpeenth time since we've moved in... the garage door did not close. And this time... something finally happened. I go down to the garage after everyone's asleep and something's different. Something is out of place. It's out of place... cuz it's not there. Someone stole my $800 Cannodale bike. Ugh... feel so stupid. So violated!! I naively walk around the city block hoping to find it lying in the streets somewhere, abandoned.
Thankfully (glass is half full), that was the only thing accessible and went missing. It could've been a lot worse. Grrrrr..... so stupid!!! So.... so stupid!!
So many times... we make choices in the Heat of the Moment that we regret... as revealed at the Oscars tonight.
It could be an ill-timed tasteless joke. Or it could a reaction to the said ill-timed, tasteless joke.
All it takes is one moment.. one regretful moment.. that can crumble the pedestal that took a lifetime to build. Are there regrets? Perhaps too late. Are there apologies? Perhaps unacceptable. Is there forgiveness? The answer is textbook.
How do you explain to a 12 year old what transpired tonight? The path I chose was the safe path. There will be three camps. One that cheers. One that jeers. And one that simply doesn't care. With any path that is chosen... well... there simply is no answer, especially if you choose to answer in the heat of the moment.
What is it about dreams? Is it a recollection of things that have happened and is a replay? Is it a premonition of what's to come? Is it... as Zhuang Zi said, "I once dreamnt of a butterfly. Or a butterfly is dreaming of me." What about... the deceased visiting us in our dreams? Are dreams a channel of communication with the supernatural that happens when we subconsciously open up our minds and thoughts?
"B visited in my dreams last night. The only detail I remember is that he was smiling."
*Tear
7th grade science class will talk about the Reproductive System tomorrow and Monday. The teacher sent us the charts ahead of time to give us a chance to have a talk with our kids. I looked at the charts and those pictures.... are the same ones from 30 years ago!!! Well... I guess reproductive organs haven't changed. But those pictures, or diagrams, are soooo bad. Heh....
Was walking the streets of SF by mom and dad's homes when I saw a bunch of kids in jerseys coming out from the JCC. From the looks of things... a boys basketball event just ended. And as I'm pacing behind this Asian family... the dad wouldn't stop giving the poor kid pointers. Telling him if someone goes one way... you go the other way! The kicker is... the mom, who was pushing a stroller, also chimed in with her two cents. All the while... the poor kid looked on the ground and took it all.
Gwarsh I hope that's not a reflection of me.
The past 6 months have been craaaaaazy.... from moving, to the holidays, to basketball... till now. I'm back at it. I finally get a chance to spend two hours shopping... and then all of Saturday night cooking for mom and dad. 五餸一湯. Mom will love it and cherish it. Dad will push it back... just like I push back all the food he gives me. So be it... it's the least I can do.
End of the Season pizza party and we handed out awards to the girls. NN was legitimately surprised when she got the Pride, Hustle and Desire (PhD) award - as voted by her teammates. It wasn't a landslide... in fact... it was down to one vote. But it was well and much deserved. To my disappointment, she did not win MVP... and based on stats and skills... it deservedly went to the Shark. The Shark is gifted. She is great. When I asked the team to vote one person to shoot a free throw to end practice early... they all voted for the Shark. She missed... barely... and they ended up running 7 more laps. But she is not a team player... nor a leader. I don't think the girls realized that. Some day.
Then as we were ready to wrap up... NN gets up and says, "Wait... wait.... wait.... we got one more award." I honestly thought I was going to hand the award out... but turns out, NN represented her team and presented to Coach Mike his signed basketball trophy along with a well thought out... deeply moving speech. NN said she winged it. She wasn't even prepared for it... until her teammates egged her on. No... she is not the MVP... but she made her old man proud today (as she does every day).
Snuck out early to pick up NN from volleyball practice and woe is me... watching them play.. my muscles and cells started twitching. Ohhhh how I wanted in on some action. Been so long since I've played. I sorta kinda regret not volunteering to coach again. Especially after finding out that there were too many players and not enough teams - which resulted in some of the girls being cut from a supposedly no cut situation.
Got home and with Daylight Savings with the light out... NN asked if we can pepper a little. "HECK YEAH!!", I said. Ended up spending 45 minutes in the driveway working on some basics and fundamentals. We used a speed bump as the net and I started drilling her. Positioning. Using her legs. Move smart, not fast. And lastly.... keep the ball off the net.
I actually amazed myself with how accurate I still set. Whether there was a net or not... in whatever position I'm in... my sets always ended up in the same spots. Heh... you can take the man out of volleyball, but you can't take volleyball out of the man.
