Happy Chinese New Year or Xin Nian Kuai Le

It is 9 pm and you would think bombs were going off in Nanjing to celebrate the year of the rabbit.

Dinner was great with my colleagues.  I took the metro and bus back to my apartment.  Although I still had to walk three blocks, the entire way I dodged fireworks.  Just imagine you are in New York City, only four times the size and every 3rd store, someone is out front lighting fireworks, roman candles and any thing that goes boom, buzz, whiz, and bang!  I was running around them, put my hat on, didn’t know if they would blow up over my head.  The amount of red paper trash and ash is unbelievable.  Andy, Casey,  Randy, Sam where are you, we could go shoot  bottle rockets off the roof of my apartment?  It’s legal!

I did get a Chinese text today from the government to be careful and not start a fire with fireworks.  My neighbor read it to me!  This is the best fire works show ever.  It is non-stop.  Everywhere I look there are fireworks.  This is better than any fireworks show CCCCD ever had!  One gigantic roman candle just exploded right out my bed room window.  I was like all over it, hanging out my balcony window.

Now it is 12:30 and it is still going.  At midnight it was like a war!  My apartment complex set off  those giant exploding dandelion-like balls in the courtyard which shot up to my 28th floor and exploded only ten feet from my glass enclosed balcony.  The sound was deafening, the smell like an arsenal went off and the entire building shook.  I loved it!  Now the town is filled with smoke, car alarms are going off, I hear an ambulance  and I just saw a fire truck rush by.  This was the best Chinese New Year’s ever.

Chinese laundry

October 6, 2010

Looking out the living room window I see a wedding at the 5-star hotel across the street.  It looks like a magnificent event with two or did I see three chefs?  Wish I had a pair of binoculars so I could see what’s happening up close.  Remember the TV show “Friends” and how they always looked out of their New York apartment window and would see the naked guy in the apartment across?  I think I could do that here, looking into thousands of apartment windows and seeing what’s happening.  Or they could be looking at the blonde western girl running around in her apartment in a purple night gown!  Ha which is funnier?  Ok back to the wedding, I hear something in Chinese from loud speakers, are they married yet?  What fun, maybe there will be a firecracker event to follow?  Maybe I can take some photographs.  Hey Alex, I need some help with night exposures and fire crackers.  I remember your wonderful photos last year in HL art class.  Gee I wish you were here to help me with my photography.  This is the fourth wedding party I have seen around the city in the last few days.  I was told it is good luck and good fortune to marry during the week of the National Holiday (remember this is China’s 4th of July!  Well sort of, I don’t they are celebrating independence from Britain.  Maybe it is just a happy week to be Chinese.  I’m happy to be in China and to be living the oriental lifestyle.  Shoot some firecrackers, would you!

Speaking of culture, Patti has been curious about the laundry issue in China, so I am devoting this blog to doing Chinese Laundry.  My little washer is nice, except it is written in Chinese, so I had it deciphered onto a green post-it.  (By the way “post-its” doesn’t exist here; I brought these from the states!)  My laundry detergent smells great and we all know how I like good smells.  The washer is only connected to cold water and I was told to do a warm wash, you boil water and pour it in.  Ok I did that for towels, seems to work.  Then after it is “dry”, that’s what the Chinese say, actually it is the “spin cycle” in America.  It is now ready for the dryer.  Don’t have dryers in China, ok they do but not in my apartment.  I actually haven’t seen one here, but know they do exist.  Where, I don’t know?  So in my case it is a walk upstairs to my master bedroom, open the sliding door and out onto the balcony.  This is where I have a clothes line pulley system.  You turn the lever and down comes one line which I bought a couple little hanger thingies to hang unmentionables on.  Then when this line is full you move the handle to the other lever and roll this pile up in the air and the other line rolls down.  I know what a wooden clothespin is, do you?  I actually bought some at the Suguo!  Cheap ones at that, cause they sprang apart, and I have bits and pieces in my nightstand drawer.  My balcony faces the south, which is good luck.  This side gets all the sun so clothes dry faster.  I like the balcony it is enclosed with glass panels which move and let you open them up and get a nice breeze.  Hanging clothes reminds me of my childhood in Plano when my mom did laundry.  She hung it out on the clothes line and the sheets and towels would get so stiff.  I remember the wind blowing them and me having to hang and bring them in.  I am reminded of hanging Ruth Ann’s diapers one after another.  Mom will recall when I was three I had a “blankie”, she would wash it for me and I would go hold onto it as it hung to dry.  It had a satin border and I recollect how cool it was on my face when I was warm.  Now that is a long time ago, and I still like blankets, as I brought my down comforter in the satin coverlet with me to China.  Still like that cool feeling when it is hot.  Since I don’t have anyone to hang onto, this is a good replacement, soft, cuddly and no emotional attachment.

Renting a high-rise apartment

It was raining cats and many dogs when I walked two long blocks to the apartment complex with Sophia, the school secretary our person that gets everything done.  Isn’t it always the secretary’s and shouldn’t they make more money than all of us?  She is pregnant and followed me down the street with her umbrella, commenting she loves the rain.  Well I will admit it was an experience in wetness, not sweatness.  We met the land lady on the 27th floor to view the space.  Removed our shoes and put on slippers.   I always wondered why they left their shoes at the door.  I know now.  After walking in the mud puddles, no one would want these dirty shoes in their homes.  It is a wonderful custom, and I think everyone should do it.  So if you come to visit me I will have slippers for you at the door.

My new apartment is a split level, making it both  27th and 28th floors.  The master bedroom view is to the south, highly prized by the Chinese.  (Good Fortune!) The kitchen is cute with a huge view of the three pagoda looking hotel and freeway.  It is about 1000 square feet I am guessing, plenty large with a living room, extra bedroom and bath and a half.   I asked for it to be cleaned and the lights to work in the bathrooms!  Geez what is the deal, no lights?   So the landlady agreed and will take two extra days to get it ready.  She is a nurse and her husband a surgeon.  How convenient in case I get ill!  Afterwards back to school, I had night guard duty.  Just watching the kids as they do homework.

This evening I watched Sawyer do Tai chi with his master.  The master has a large stomach, the better to hold his chi, I am told!  He gave Sawyer a little box with a baby on it.  It is a gift as his wife just had a baby girl.  They give gifts to all their friends to share in their joy and fortune of the birth of their new one.  Lovely tradition!   I came to school the other day and found a porcelain pig wrapped in pink sheer fabric, one of our teachers just had a baby girl and I got to share in their fortune!  Goodie a gift for me!  I like gifts.  The pig has candy in its belly, yum.  Alice was showing me her dance moves as she is learning Latin dance.  Some one tell Yulia, she may have met her match.  (Yulia was one of Andy’s best lady friends.  They took us Salsa dancing once!  Yulia is fast and furious on the dance floor, Andy and I admired her for that.)  So I took pictures of Sawyer and Alice in their poses.  They are just too cute. Alice told me today is her mom’s birthday, low and behold she and I are born in the same “birth year.”  Alice didn’t know her new Texan friend was so old!

Yoga again and this time we did one of those flip over poses, toes over your head and on the floor.  I remember Oprah speaking of muffin top on TV.  Well my muffin top had flipped over drooping into my boobs and then smashed into my face.  Last class when I did this I got stuck and the yoga teacher had to come flip me back.  What a pretzel I am!

Are you ready for a good laugh?   OK, your already laughing envisioning me  as an inverted muffin, but I got hit on tonight, you know a guy tried to make a pass at me.  I was waiting for Alice in front of the University and this white guy came barreling toward me, all excited to see the only white older lady in town.  He is a Math teacher from Montreal, wanted my phone number, very persistent, luckily Alice came along and helped me escape his clutches.  She said he was not my type!  I think he was just excited to see a white face!  HELP, just eat, pray teach……no LOVE.