Falling into Winter

Out our back door...nice, 11/4/08, a bit early.






Wow so in the past week it has gone from prime perfect autumn weather to complete dead of winter. We currently have about 5" up at the house-that'd be snow for some of you WI folks who don't know what I'm talking about with your 60 degree weather, and here I thought, yea, right, it'll melt. Hmmm. I'm waiting.




Sunrise before winter came..

Horseback riding with studio

(I'm in green, V is in dk blue in the back)

In the past month we went horsebackriding with Tang Soo Do, ventured to the cornfield maze, had my birthday...uh eventful, and then Monica's birthday also, and went to another awesome GrandMaster Jose Bueno of Progressive Martial Arts seminar last weekend. The seminar was fun-learned a lot, met some really awesome new friends, then we soaked in the mineral springs to top it off!






Vince, Alex & Monica at the maze (I'm taking pic)

King Wah back side of building
The King Wah restaurant updates...well temporary power and water are in, and we're still waiting in limbo from the bloody insurance company waiting to hear if we can technically start or not. The asbestos contractor is patiently waiting in the wings ready to go to town also, but he is from Medford (think...no snow--rarely ever). Poor guy, he'll be cold. However, there are the booths from there that somehow ventured to the dump already...hmmm, not sure how that happened :-)

My birthday...now this was one to remember...er forget. We were going to cruise down to the mineral springs in Weed, CA for the day when our wonderful neighbor brought us a present...some more cords of wood and his logsplitter. We're not stupid, we should jump on the logsplitter opportunity, so we did. So Monica and I were loading up our garage, Vince was splitting..uh wood, and well when Vince comes hastly walking by rapidly grabbing his hand. I asked if I needed to go look for the other half of his finger and he said he wasn't sure...hmmmm. So he split his pinky to bone while trying to manipulate these huge rounds by himself...and because we'd just watched Gladiator or some damn thing, and our health insurance plan sucks...he refuses to go to the doctor. So I went into town and bought out the gauzes, butterfly closures, and sterlizing solutions and we patched him up (he wanted to super glue it...but it was a jagged deep nasty mess) and went back to work. Then we walk past our newer kitty, Pyro, Vince looks at him and casually goes..."he is going to die." I looked at him and eventually said, "yea, I think you're right, I'll call the vet." Went to the vet and Pyro had blocked up pee-pee which would kill him if we didn't catch it. So Vince says its up to me, $400 or put him down. Well the cat had spent the entire day prior sucking up to me, as we all know I'm not the cat person, and of course I say, dammit, I can't kill the cat on my birthday, so $400 and 4 days later, Pyro returned home. Yes I know it is sad when we paid $400 for the dang cat, but Vince wouldn't go to the doctor for his finger. After the vet we said screw it, it is suppose to be my birthday, and Vince and I went to Ashland, went to Deep's Indian Cuisine (YUM), and then to the Lithia mineral springs there instead and stayed there. Vince bled all over, lots of gauze in all baskets, the housekeepers probably thought we killed somebody. So Vince's finger has healed up pretty well, and Pyro is back to being mischievous as ever, but I probably won't forget that birthday.

Vince at Lithia springs

Monica's mighty' morphin' cake Monica's 17th birthday

Monica's 17th birthday
This is an up close of Pyro kitty

More very recent remembrance notes, Vince lost a longtime dear friend of his and his mothers a week ago--very quickly to cancer. Debbie was pretty important to him throughout most of his life, she was always there for him for most of his young life, and her husband was the one who taught Vince to sail. I also just heard today that I lost another massage client, Dotsie, she & her fiancee were killed in car accident two days ago north of town, she was 21 years old and 3 months pregnant. Boy, when they try to prep a person in school to deal with the potential of one's clients dying or losing 1st degree family, I never thought I'd be living it--so regularly this year. I guess it is another reminder to be very mindful of everybody losses and remember to love what one is doing in life--to live one's life for one's self, enjoying it (this will also better one's world), and if you're not enjoying-to change one's path, as it can be gone so quick.