Fully Soggy.
Generally, as I’m told, last week’s Dragon Boat Festival marks the end of the rainy season and the beginning of the scorching summer. Yet true to the nature of the elusive Taiwanese, it’s been pouring on and off everyday now for 3 weeks with little sign of changing its tune. I doubt that superstition and global climate change ever expected to meet one another face to face.
My Dad both flattered and surprised me lately in his wine inspired email to a Toronto Star columnist, sending her the link to this blog. (Fair enough – if you want advice, then ask for it.) But could I ever die a thousand deaths! Here I am, amongst the thousands of other bloggers worldwide, rattling off my dailies and frivolities for those who feel only obligated interest. Never did I suspect that anyone of any consequence would take a gander at my banter. (The consequence being a rather sweet reply from the columnist, eloquently asserting that I could use, perhaps, some ‘structure’ to my writing, and wishing me luck and direction in finding it.)
Oh, dear columnist, I could use some structure in my life, let alone words!
(But thanks Dad for your effort, it added a moment of surprise and excitement to my Sunday morning beyond feline orgasms in the alley below my bedroom window.)
Lately my focus has been moderately directed at Chinese lessons – and mainly at the upcoming World Cup. (Could the Taiwanese ever be introduced to the joys of the beautiful game! I find it odd that they’ve focused their attention on baseball and basketball, both of which require substantially more solid frames than their biologically bird-like skeletons. In passing by, I’ve witnessed if flaccid enthusiasm during matches as sportsman and spectator – it almost appears as though sport is another facet of the Chinese ‘face’, as a status symbol.) (I read recently that Buddhism regards passion as an extreme to be avoided. It boggles my Western mind – especially in light of how many children I see in the street.) As for the cup – I expect a sleepy month ahead of me in the kindergarten as the students will be taking a backseat for 3am match start times. Oyo.
I must be off to bed – I can feel the prick in the back of my throat that only signals a cold on the horizon. Tonight I shall go to bed thinking of Lindie, a South African friend who’s just returned home from England to join her family after the loss of her baby nephew (he would be nearly a year old, I believe).
The order of life is a mystery.
Soggily, Laura.
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