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Waiting For The Holidays

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Sure, I may be writ­ing this now, but all I can think of is how busy I am, of how I should be fill­ing in my to-do board, so I can keep track of everything.

The month looks like this:

December 6th — Work Christmas Party
December 19th–21st — John vis­it­ing with Sheila
December 22nd — Hosting din­ner with Naveed and his fam­ily
December 24th — Dinner at Julie’s, then sleep­ing over at Shirley’s
December 25th — Christmas at Shirley’s
December 26th — Dinner for Julie’s birth­day
December 31st — New Year’s party at Aaron’s, then over to Pat’s

I need to go into work for a few hours in between to do some end-of-year archiv­ing, and I’m hop­ing Darren’s going to be able to come up with Arjman at some point too. Then there are all the projects I’m try­ing to fin­ish, both per­sonal and professional.

I never thought I’d have a tag for “busy”, but there you go.

I’m look­ing for­ward to the hol­i­days this year. I need the time off. I’m hop­ing to catch up on a few games, and finally breathe. I even miss vis­it­ing rel­a­tives I’d only see once a year, back when I had a fam­ily to go home to, or should I say, when I was so naive that I thought I knew what fam­ily was sup­posed to be.

And maybe that’s what I’m really wait­ing for.

Date  December 6, 2008
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The Winter Schedule

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But if, like Queequeg and me in the bed, the tip of your nose or the crown of your head be slightly chilled, why then, indeed in the gen­eral con­scious­ness you feel most delight­fully and unmis­tak­ably warm.

I save the window-opening rit­ual for Friday nights, after a long, tir­ing week, when the sweaters are all folded, and the shirts all ironed. Before I go to bed, I turn off the lights, square off my desk, and turn the win­dow crank 220 degrees clock­wise. Even though the ther­mo­stat is at 23°C, it’s any­where from –16°C to 5°C out­side these nights.

When I wake up at 5:00 a.m., as I usu­ally do, my room is filled with the chilly, snow-smelling air.

I do this only once a week to appre­ci­ate it.

I do it on Fridays to enjoy it.

Date  January 13, 2006
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Back Into The Game

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After a ten month hia­tus, I’m back into my reg­u­lar table ten­nis rou­tine again. I started out extremely rusty, feel­ing as if I was learn­ing how to play again, but now I’m almost at the level that I ended with. It feels like it’s advan­ta­geous to take a step back from play­ing so that I can for­get all my bad habits while remem­ber­ing all the the­ory, because I can tell exactly what I need to change to improve now. I wish I could say the same for my golf game when I get out on the courses every spring.

My bout with gas­troen­teri­tis left me with a smaller appetite and ema­ci­ated frame. The sud­den weight loss — bring­ing my weight pre­car­i­ously close to 100 lbs. — has been rather notice­able; my sweaters are baggy, my rings slip off my fin­gers, and I’ve lost two notches on my belt. Most peo­ple strug­gle to lose weight, I strug­gle to gain it and stay above 120. Table ten­nis is one of the best things I can do to fix this. After every ses­sion, I’m rav­en­ously hun­gry, and this usu­ally con­tin­ues through to the day after.

Table ten­nis is also one of the only sports that I enjoy enough to not have to drag my ass out every time, which is def­i­nitely an advan­tage when the venue is an hour away. Unfortunately, my sched­ule on Tuesdays and Thursdays now con­sists of:

  1. wak­ing up at six thirty in the morning
  2. going to work for eight and a half hours
  3. com­ing home and sleep­ing for half an hour
  4. eat­ing a din­ner which I’ve pre­pared ear­lier in the week (with no time to cook)
  5. trav­el­ling to the gym
  6. play­ing for two hours
  7. trav­el­ling home
  8. show­er­ing and falling asleep by midnight

There are no breaks in between, which means that I have to watch the clock dur­ing almost every­thing that I do. It’s a com­plete rush from start to fin­ish. The upside is that when I’m at the gym, work­ing on bet­ter short-ball con­trol, or try­ing to achieve a back­hand smash, I can for­get every­thing else, which is some­thing that doesn’t hap­pen for me easily.

Date  November 23, 2005
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