Medium Delirium

No sight of the Brahminy Kite on the rain tree today. In its place was a small cloud of pale yellow butterflies, flitting amongst the leaves like the sequence of a dream.

By 10:30 in the morning, breakfast felt like a distant memory and I was getting peckish. I decided to hold out for the early reunion (dimsum) lunch we were having with J’s family – my mother-in-law’s love language is ordering food in breathtaking excess and on more than one occasion I’ve ended up so full that I was certain my nose would bleed at any moment. These meals do wonders for the soul, but less happy things can be said about their effect on an already struggling waistline.

J asked if we would like to do e-angpows for Lunar New Year instead of the traditional cash-in-envelopes. My disdain for e-angpows flows from the same source as my aversion to smart lights and e-books, so it was, without question, a hard no from me. This does mean that we will soon have to draw a dangerously large wad of cash and stuff them into angpows, many of which have the wrong zodiac animal on them, but setting them aside for twelve years requires more patience than I can muster.