My Cup Runneth Over

Actually, my plate has been very full (I wonder how many ingestion analogies can be applied to just being really, really busy, or as in the King James reference in the title, "more than enough" to do? No time to figure that now). I have been here and there, and Salt Lake City, Utah for a job interview. Although I have a good job, an opportunity has arisen for another and has left me analysing, debating, and researching for which position will suit me best.

Until the negotiating is final, I will try and enjoy being taken to mulitple dinners by a potential and current employer. . .

Rock Around The Clock

Tonight Cole was playing with the innards of a music box that Donna had bought for me on her trip to Europe years ago ('my friend went to Europe and all I got was this lousy innards to a music box,' I think that's what the t-shirts says). This musical device looks like a miniature piece of what is inside a player piano; it plays one song and you crank it by hand, or with your fingers really. Cole asked me how fast should he be turning the tiny crank to get the tempo right. So we opened up You Tube to play the song "Rock Around The Clock" by Bill Haley and The Comets. I knew Cole had heard the song when he was very young because I had it on a CD we used to listen to often, but he hadn't heard it recently enough. None of us have . . . anyway, here's to you! Enjoy.




Soccer Season Is Upon Us

Thanks to my friend Steve Levine (husband to my awesome mt. bike partner and friend Marianne), I was able to capture a few photos of the first game of the AYSC soccer season 2009, Auburn, California, USA. Woohoo!I love soccer season -- standing on the sidelines in the (soon to be) Fall weather with a cup of coffee, the sky is usually the crispest blue, the leaves are just beginning to change to gold, brown, and red as a slight breeze loosens them from their tenuous stems on trees that line the field, and the excitement in the air generated from the players buzzez about while parents chat convivially and occasionally stop to cheer on a player.

We have a great team of players this year, a great coach, and (a fact I am happy about) a great group of parents to mingle with. That's always and added benefit.But what I am most happy about is times like yesterday, when driving home with Cole he said "I think that was the best game I've played so far." And he had that mixture of satisfaction and excitement you get when know you hit your mark -- you pushed your body, tested your talents, focused your mind, put them all together and achieved success. It is a fantastic feeling and a hard earned privilege of an experience that comes with participating in sports.

I look forward to the unfolding soccer season . . . I apologize, but I must quote "the thrill of victory, and the agony of defeat (read, personal defeat)." This sports idiom has not persisted for years without reason.

The Seventh Sense

Humor.