And so marks my first month back home in the province, actually a month and 4 days, it just didn’t occur to me that I can write a bit about it.
They Olympics have come and gone: from the drama of buying my father an LCD TV for this purpose and seeing it break down (Viewsonic) and having to buy another one (Samsung), to the fantabulous Opening Ceremonies and subsequent fake elements (I knew it! That little girl couldn’t sing!), to Michael Phelps’ making pakyaw the gold medals, to Liu Xiang’s pained withdrawal (he shouldn’t have gone out there in the heats to start with, but with a coach bawling like that, maybe he had to), to my fearless prediction that synchronized swimming is the sport of the future for very evident reasons (but that’s another posting), the drama and excitement was indeed worth sitting on our collective bottoms for.
As I continue with our family business and try to keep alive my struggling one, I find myself much busier here than I was in the big, bad city. Too busy to do stuff that I had resolved to (gym, catch up on reading, some academic work on the side, blogging, and charity volunteering). Maybe as I force myself to work on these things and offer no excuses, I can get some progress by Christmas time.
So here you are, a blog posting to cross one out of my checklist. (this blog needs work! i can’t even control which groupings some articles go to. oh well, i’ll think about that tomorrow. tomorrow is another day.
