Dragging ass...
My sister just left to return to her home in Idaho. It was fun to have her here, and our mother was thrilled to just sit around and listen to us talk. They went to the big University Village QFC yesterday so my sister could stock up on kosher items she can't get in Moscow, Idaho.
Had a pretty good workout in the late afternoon at the climbing gym, and got home to share a pizza with family.
Tired today, and we're off to the International District, AKA Chinatown, to see the dentist again. Yet another broken tooth in my mother's old mouth. We got in the ID early, so Mother and I walked around and window-gazed into dusty herb shops, windows full of brick-a-brack from the Far East, or at least Taiwan: garishly gilded ceramic chickens laying golden eggs - it's always been a goose in the Grimms' fairy tales ; ornate dirt-catching dragons and jolly Buddhas covered with what look like Chinese kewpee dolls; that crazy monkey god whose name escapes me, hooting it up on a miniature mountaintop, looking much like George W. Bush at a lecturn; and a live, fruiting kumquat tree in a tiny flower shop. We went into this shop to look at their "lucky bamboo" selection. Having already gotten my mom a Maneki, a Japanese lucky cat, I figured she could use a Chinese lucky bamboo shoot to accompany Maneki. Mother Earth knows we need a more luck for her teeth, at least. We chose a twisty little number in a tiny vase, and it started working its charms immediately: our dentist didn't charge for rebuilding Mother's tooth, improving the feng shui in her mouth, and we only had two red lights all the seven miles or so home.
I crashed at 8:30 while reading Saramago's Portuguese journey.
Had a pretty good workout in the late afternoon at the climbing gym, and got home to share a pizza with family.
Tired today, and we're off to the International District, AKA Chinatown, to see the dentist again. Yet another broken tooth in my mother's old mouth. We got in the ID early, so Mother and I walked around and window-gazed into dusty herb shops, windows full of brick-a-brack from the Far East, or at least Taiwan: garishly gilded ceramic chickens laying golden eggs - it's always been a goose in the Grimms' fairy tales ; ornate dirt-catching dragons and jolly Buddhas covered with what look like Chinese kewpee dolls; that crazy monkey god whose name escapes me, hooting it up on a miniature mountaintop, looking much like George W. Bush at a lecturn; and a live, fruiting kumquat tree in a tiny flower shop. We went into this shop to look at their "lucky bamboo" selection. Having already gotten my mom a Maneki, a Japanese lucky cat, I figured she could use a Chinese lucky bamboo shoot to accompany Maneki. Mother Earth knows we need a more luck for her teeth, at least. We chose a twisty little number in a tiny vase, and it started working its charms immediately: our dentist didn't charge for rebuilding Mother's tooth, improving the feng shui in her mouth, and we only had two red lights all the seven miles or so home.
I crashed at 8:30 while reading Saramago's Portuguese journey.
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