My 66th birthday and the day after.

It was a terrible day today. I went to an electrical item shop, where I was delivered the ordered stereo, a product of Sony, this afternoon. It was for my wife. She wanted a good quality audio system for herself at her room.

A staff has broung the item to my car. I was hurrying up to it. All of sudden, I felt I had flown in the air. In a second, I bumped my head badly on the ground. I tripped with a car stop block to fall on the ground. A dull thud. A sharp pain. Some oozing on the parietal region. The shop staff has given me a towel to hold down the injury. I haven't had any neck pain at that time. In a couple of hours, dull muscle pain on the neck has followed, which is aggravated with rotating head.

It may be impossible for me to go for the 2nd practice of the ensemble. Too bad. I have been looking forward that so much. This pain seems just muscular in origin but not due to cervical spine problem etc. It may subside spontaneously in a few days. Maybe, God tells me to be quiet at home since I turned 66 years of age yesterday.

Yes, it was my 66th birthday yesterday. Through Face Book or e mail, I have received birthday greeting from many friends. Every greeting words has penetrated my mind in depth. Especially, a card from Cathy and Bruce Elbert has made me almost crying. It told me they reckon me as an important person as I am. I thanked all of the greetings. This accident surely warns me that I am getting older and I should behave in the way suitable for my age.

The 1st practice of ensemble

On last Friday, I have been to the ensemble practise with my wife and daughter. It was the very 1st practice for the ensemble as well.

My wife has come back home around 5PM, that is, surprisingly early for her work. We drove up to the city where the practise hall was located. It was an hour drive. It was the road where I used to drive to the orchestra practise about 10 years ago. The person organizing this new ensemble was conducting that orchestra. Remembering of me, he has given me an invitation to the new ensemble.

My wife seemed to be excited anticipating joining such an ensemble fixed by the steady members for the 1st time in her life. She has been talkative on various topics all the way. I realized she had never been involved in such a social activity other than those related with her profession and with the local area. Several minutes before arriving at the place, our daughter has given us a phone call. She has already arrived there. We have brought her violin and a small gift, that is, some strawberries freshly harvested.

It was a room in a public hall there. Getting already dark outside, there were only us at that facility. Including ourselves, there were 11 people at the room. Most of them were known to me even if I have never talked to them in person. They were in the same orchestra 10 years ago. We were a bit late for the start. They bhave started practising the overture of Bach's 1st Orchestral Suite. Introducing ourselves, we have joined the ensemble.

This piece sounds more like those by Handel. No passionate tunes nor fugue which makes us feel something profound. It is contrastive to the Orchestral Suite Nr2, which sounds much more emotional and appealing to our mind. But still a grand music suitable for court. Anyway, I have enjoyed playing it with the company.

On the way back home, we have had sushi dinner at a restaurant. Another enjoyable time with family. Being content with the ensemble with wife and daughter, I drove back the straight road in darkness back home.


To Mike K5TRI

I was going to reply to your comment. But you seemed to have deleted it already.

Don't hesitate to ask me to slow down. If you should have missed anything I sent to you in the QSO, please ask that to me as well. Dialogue is qualitatively different from monologue. Only the former would bring us pleasure. It will be a pleasure for me to go slow if you would enjoy a conversational QSO. The worst is QRQ in rubber stamp hi.

Fiftenn meters has been on a plateau for the past few days. Since the splar activity is declining for now, we may not have such a good condition for years. Let's do not miss it.

Thanks for the QSO. See you again for a longer one soon.


As a free person

I have been asked by my wife to help her to draw blood from a few patients twice a month. It was the very first day today. As promised, I arrived at her office at 9:30 in the morning. It has been almost 20 years since she started her own practice in a building close to a railway station as well as to the med school hospital where we served our residency. Checking the syringes etc for venipuncture, I was looking around the small clinic. It has become a neat and comfortable place. In a few years since I started my own at different place, I told her to get hers started there. We have designed the layout and the interior etc by ourselves. She has added a lot of things to the original since then.

She used to employ a nurse some time ago, who was very good at drawing blood. Since she quit her job at her clinic, my wife asked the other clinic to do the lab test necessary for her patients. But it has been much inconvenience to the patients. That's why she decided to do the lab test at her clinic. The arrow of honorable blood drawer position shot me.  

In some 20 minutes, the first patient was called in. Venipuncture was successful. However, I have failed with the 2nd one. Though his blood vessel was large enough, I could not puncture it. I don't know why. My wife has comforted me saying his vessel wall was a bit hard to be penetrated. Yes, she has done it successfully later. I was supposed to do the procedure to another patient. I have, however, given it up and quit there. It seemed it had been a pretty tough procedure for my wife. But I was sure she would do better than me. I have fired myself for this honorable position.

It was a peaceful mildly overcast day. Warm and peaceful. I remembered it had been over 15 years since I often did blood drawing at the own clinic. I have lost the technbique of the procedure. Blood drawing is a kind of pediatrician's speciality. I used to do the procedure for VLBW infant when I was working at a med school hospital. The vessels were much smaller in caliber than those of grown ups . Again, I realized my days of being a doctor had been over. Without any depressing feeling, I understood that evident fact again. I have stepped out to a new phase of life.

At an electrical item shop, I have ordered a new stereo which my wife had wanted for some time. She deserves that for her busy work. It is a high tech audio system with digital amplifier. My wife may listen to good flute music with that audio system.

On the way back home, I drove beside the ancient tomb named Bentenzuka, which I posted about in this blog earlier. It still stood quietly in the same way as before surrounded with watered rice paddies. It is the way I commuted to my own office as a busy doctor. Now, I was driving the same way as a free person. Or as a free house husband.


Garden growing

This unusually warm weather seems to help plants and vegetables to bud faster in our garden. This is Mary Gold germinated from the seeds harvested last fall. I love this flower, so that I would have many of them bloom in the garden. They will last from later spring until fall. 
These are baby plants of the cosmos which I also taken from them last fall. I like this kind as well. When they are swung by breeze in early fall, I feel relly soothed by the scene. I would proliferate them more year by year.

We have decided to remove the Ginko trees as wrote elsewhere. The entrance looks simple now. The lawn might get healthier having much more sunray. It means I should hustle cuttinng it there. Unfortunately, the plum along the street has suffered from some kind mold, which has disturbed the fruits growing this year. Maybe, with more sunray and ventilation at the tree, next year, it will bear as many fruits as a few years ago. 

Some flowers in the garden. I would modify the layout and the kinds of flowers from now. I have kept it as my father used to care for years ago. It is my turn now. I would plant more German Iris there. On the back, I would make more small farms.
It is a kind of relief for me having breeze touching me gently when I care for the plants and flowers in the garden. I sure feel I am connected with the flow of lives at such a moment. The eternity at a moment, I should say.


Family ensemble

Last night, I have played Gavotte of the 1st orchestral suite by Bach with my wife. It is the only piece she could play at present. No wonder she could play only that because it is only a year and half since she started flute. We could go through the piece even if she has had breath problem or unstable tone etc. It was a fun. Only wish she could start flute 20 years, or at least 10 years earlier. But we could never go back to the past. Let's go on enjoying ensemble together even if she could play only a part of it.

The basssoonist seems to quit the ensemble due to his work schedule. Unless they change the practise day from Friday to the other week end day, it seems I would be asked to play the bassoon part. I should hustle a bit more for the bassoon solo part.

Our daughter may join it as well. They have asked her to play the 1st violin part. I am wondering if she could get out of the work soon enough to be in time for the practice. If she could join it, it would be a dream coming true for me. How has it taken me to make it come true? I would treasure this opportunity of family ensemble however short it might be.

During dinner last night, the 1st orchestral suite performed by Stuttgart Bach Orchestra conducted by Karl Muenhinger have been on in the livingdining room.

Monologous QSOs

I have often called CQ looking for any conversational QSOs. Only 10 or 20%  chance of call to me. Most of callers are just wanting QSL. There must be only another 10 or 20% who would or could make conversation on CW.

I feel as if I have found gold in the sand beach. Unfortunately, the problem goes on. About half of these conversational QSOs are that of monologue. The person would go on talking about himself for several minutes. Often longer than 5 minutes. What a torture to listen to his monologue for that long time on noisy and messed band! If he/she was well known to me, that is another story. I am interested in what have happened to him/her and could concentrate on what he/she says however long it may go on. It is, however, a real torture for me to be forced to listen to what he/she says.

It often makes me fall asleep. Actually, I have ever experienced such a QSO as there was only noise when I woke up. Who could blame me? I am sorry I could not go on listening to him/her until the end of his/her story. But I could never do that.

No, I won't criticize anyone. At certain age, we could never get off such a situation making monologue to the others. It is my own problem if I could be conscious of making monologue. It is a serious problem for me if I could be conscious of own intellectual deterioration. Maybe, I should ask some good friend of mine to let me know of tendency to monologue by myself. It will be the time for me to quit this hobby.