The days of mopping around one's studio flat or down the streets to get egg tarts (it's a yummy kind of custard tarts with a subtle flavor, HK-styled!) always come to an end. The past couple weeks I've been running around: teaching silly English courses in classrooms that felt like hellish seas of idiocy; farewell dinner, movie and dinner, lunch with Grandma, dinner in some dark alley; more work; another family gathering to come and I don't know what else. Tonight I can sleep.
Here's a picture of Grandma and me. Many of you have seen it on my Facebook.
My grandmother likes mango pudding. She's 85, still has a full set of teeth (except for one missing tooth from an accident in her youth on Lantau Island, where my family came from). She's pretty healthy. The only complaints she makes about her health are poor eyesight (it's really not that bad, from what I know), vertigo (it's more her nerves when she's out and about on her own), occasional stomachache which really spells 'panic' ("These guys have been out of reach for a while...") and insomnia ("There're so many cars in the car park downstairs..."). Even at this age, she speaks with a very clear, very loud voice.
I got a bunch of old family photos from her and I'll make copies. One of these days I'll post some photos on my Facebook and maybe on this blog too.
My 'literary news' of the week is that I completed the 100 Days 2011 project. One hundred blog posts of prose, poetry and photos over 100 days. It was challenging, and it brought something out of me which I wouldn't have discovered--and forced myself to work on--during such a short period of time. And now it's the time to go through all these bits and pieces I've got and to rewrite...
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