Good luck, good health...

It's just funny how things come not by the dozen but by the droves. Even as I am recovering from saying farewell to my male Shih Tzu, I am now told by the vet that my female Maltese is suffering from nose cancer and probably has about six months or so to live. Well, if I were to backdate to the time when I first noticed a swelling on the bridge of her nose and her frequent sneezing, then at least two months would have gone by. We discussed chemo and radiation, but I guess having been associated with medical teams that handle cancer patients, I would just have to face the facts and move ahead.

All said, I was working with a client after some four years and now she has resigned to take up another job. Barely weeks after she tendered her resignation, it was time for me to send my maid back to Indonesia for her work contract has expired after two years. Thinking that these were just coincidences, I went to my usual watering hole, and there was the two guitar strollers who told me that they were leaving because their contract was terminated. So another "adios amigoes" and they sang their last seranade. But before they left, another solo guitarist who was performing at an affiliated pub also had his contract cut short, and strummed his last song one Saturday evening.

Tomorrow, and I hope it will be the last for now, I will be giving a lunch to bid one of my staff good luck and good health as he takes up another job. But at the way things are going at home, I may have to shake hands with my new maid because she's just unable to cope with her duties.

Well I am just thinking of the lyrics from one of the evergreen songs: "I wonder should I go, or should I stay...The band has only one more song to play..."