Last night I was taking the bus to a friend's campus and sat down next to a grandma. Now, in the words of my friend Patrick, "Chinese grandmas are the sh*t." It's true: they can do anything and exude a quiet confidence I aspire to. (Also, they can totally snake all the good veggies at the market before anyone realizes what's happening.) They rule with a silk fist. You don't mess with a Chinese grandma. And to a Chinese grandma, all the world's a grandchild, especially a lone foreign girl. I sat down next to grandma in my short skirt and knee-high boots, sans stockings, and she immediately began chastising me for being bare-legged. I explained I don't have stockings, and she started running her hands up and down the bare-showing parts of my thighs, trying to warm me up. After a year and a half here, this didn't faze me (haha, I first wrote "phase" me), but I still had to laugh at the image of a Chinese grandma feeling up a random foreig...
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I've owned this place for 13 years and haven't put up one between the animals and lack of space :D
Although I was looking at the perimeter bookshelf that I've finally got 80% done* earlier thinking it would be easy to garland-light-ornament up.
(* Still have one end I can't decide how to finish...I bring slow project completion time to whole new levels considering I started building this sometime this summer...or earlier?)
Matt, no Christmas tree in 13 years? Even my neighborhood in China put up a tree!