Content-type: text/html Ray Manning

Monday, October 7, 2013 10:00 PM

Fall


On Tuesday I skip work and ride the motorcycle up to Orville Wright middle school in Los Angeles to particpate in a UCLA volunteer day. We team leaders get there on time and go over safety rules and set up the tools for the classrooms and the gardens. The UCLA students are late, so we start working in the garden without them. When the UCLA students finally arrive, we go over the safety rules and the goals and get to work. Everybody pitches in and we make a lot more progress on the gardens than we expected. After we get the UCLA students back on the bus at the end of the volunteer period, we clean up and go to Subway for lunch. We talk about how to make next year's UCLA VOlunteer Day better and what went right and what went wrong. And then I ride the motorbike back home. On the motorbike ride home I cannot express how good it feels to be helping people out whether it is in a clasroom setting, cleaning up ecological preserves, or just deweeding and re-mulching a community garden. Since it is still early, I walk over to the post office to mail an item and make a side trip to the grocery store. Since Person Ti_Ca calls and says he is out with friends visiting from the state of Washington, I sit back and watch the movie "Sneakers" which I have not watched for many years. I identify with the political anarchists and the hackers in the film.

A nondescript Thursday at work finishes off the workweek. When I get home I lift weights heavy again. I probably shouldn't do that, but the shoulder feels good and doesn't hurt, so why not? I still ice the shoulder afterwards just in case, but I also know that I'll have three days off from lifting weights for the shoulder to recover. I help Person Ti_Ca with some homework and then read before bed. It's almost time to get back to the library for another supply of books.

After Internet qualifying for the MotoGP race in Aragon, I get out for a mountain bicycle ride to the pier and back. As I'm heading for home I run into Terry and he rides with me until my exit. He's feeling tired so he actually sits down and I'm afraid there's going to be another fainting spell. But he sits, stands up, then sits back down again, and then goes off to ride a bit more. I water the roses and impatiens and carnations and the grass for a final fall bloom season. Other than a failed trip to Home Depot where they don't have what I'm looking for, I stay close to home today and be a vegetable.

On Monday I set out to update the simulation with new component models and new carbon fibre layups. I make some good progress before I go off to a meeting that I have not been invited to. I was invited by a third party and (probably) specifically dis-invited by the lady who is running the meeting. We start the meeting and when I am pointing out some deficiencies, she gets pretty mad and launches into a "Don't make negative comments. I want constructive comments and I don't have time for anybody pointing out errors". A co-worker looks over at me with a "I can't believe that she said that look because I, personally, am a big believer in pier review. I continue attending the meeting and make constructive comments. After the meeting I report the shortcomings to my project boss and she says that we have to talk to her boss about the problems. By the time that I get back to my office, my functional manager calls and says that two of my co-workers have reported the lady's bad behavior to him and they are ready to go to Human Resources with a complaint about her unprofessional behavior. I try to smooth things over with "We expect unprofessional behavior from her and we know that she just wants everyone to agree with her point of view with no dissent." But my functional manager agrees that her behavior is unacceptable and I just tell him that when I am called by anybody I am going to state the absolute truth and not worry about anything else. I go to one more staff meeting and then I leave work early to lift weights and watch the Moto3 race. During the weight lifting I feel no pain at all from the shoulder but I ice it down afterwards anyway. Except for certain weird movements of the shoulder while not lifting, I feel no pain in the shoulder at all. Later I watch the Moto3 race from Aragon where my favorite rider wins the race with a last lap pass. And then I help Person Ti_Ca with his homework.

I have a boring Friday at work though we have a very productive, long meeting in the morning to get a number of us on the same page for the analysis flow. I leave work a bit early to lift weights heavy again and then mow the lawn. Today I put ice on the shoulder after lifting. This is as heavy as I should lift for now and, in fact, should probably back off the weight levels for next week. Later I prepare my cycling bag with the new supplies that I bought in advance of Saturday's ride.

On Sunday I ride north on the Los Angeles river and meet up with Derrick. Just as I leave home within a half mile of home I have to slow down and let four raccoons cross the stret in front of me. When they cross the street they stare at me and I stare back at them. I'm a bit late or intentionally slow because Derrick meets me sooner than I epxteced. I turn around and ride down to the Long Beach pier with Derrick and and at the end I say, "We have to catch that guy up ahead". So Derrick sprints ahead and I catch up and and when all is said and done, Derrick confirms that we have hit 31 mph during the sprint. We continue to the pier and head for home and grab Terry and catch up to other riders and pull them along. When I get to Del Amo (my stop) I pull over and then turn around to go back and get Terry. (Terry is a bit older then me and can easily drop off the back of our hard rides.) It turns out to be almost 50 miles, but not quite. After a quick shower and some grocery shopping I watch the Korean Grand Prix where my favorite driver wins again. Person Ti_Ca and his family are heading to Universal Studioas and I complain to Person Ti_Ca's family, of various ages, that he will not not help me learn the Khmer language. ANd they agree that he should help me. I relax with football and watering impatiens and roses and relaxing around the house.