I paid way too much money for a package of Oscar Mayer wieners today. Desperate times call for desperate measures. My kids need protein.
B headed out for the day to go run some errands and attend a work meeting. I ran into someone earlier and they asked if he was home. I answered "yes, he's in town this week but he's in Kowloon today for a work meeting". That's when the oddity of that sentence really hit me. Who has a work meeting in Kowloon? And it's at a bar but I was told (by him) that it's irrelevant.
Best news of the day? He was successful in getting the broken/dead iPhone repaired! I cannot tell you how much I miss my blasted iPhone. I didn't realize I had become so dependent on that thing. I am so thankful someone here had an extra phone laying around that we have been able to borrow. But seriously, T9 texting is so 2005.
Phone numbers over here have 8 digits. There's no area code like in the USA. Why does that one extra digit throw me off SO much? I can't remember anyone's number at all. I can't even remember my own.
It is a gorgeous day here today. Warm and sunny. The mountains look extra green and the water looks extra blue. Hong Kong is really a very beautiful place. It is so loud and bright and in- your-face that sometimes it's hard for me to relax enough to see that beauty. I am beginning to adjust though. To be able to just take it all in stride for all the craziness that it is without having to think about it or remind myself to chill out first.
Yesterday when I was shopping at the street markets in Wan Chai, there was a woman taking a nap with her head down on a pile of some of the clothes she was trying to sell. Just catching a rest and knowing that if somebody wanted to buy they'd wake her up. Hong Kong is safe--she didn't need to be worried about anybody stealing her stuff. The only reason it struck me at all that she was sleeping was because of all that was going on around her. People shouting greetings at shoppers passing by, a jack hammer doing intermittent work across the street, the smell of rotten meat/trash wafting by from who knows where, metal push carts being dragged along the street which is way louder than what you might think... It was total craziness all around. I cannot imagine being able to fall asleep in the middle of all that.
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I had to laugh at your note that T9 texting is so 2005. I think I know what that means. As you know, T, I still don't text. I wonder what that makes me? How about OLD? Love, Mom
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