|June’s Call|
June called and expressed her concern and best wishes to my dad last night. It was very sweet of her. During the call, we also shared our fun and frustrating experiences of furniture hunting. Just like old time, I didn’t feel the geographic distance between her and me. In the end, June said I could always call her whenever I felt like. I know she is one phone call away, literally.
June found out my dad’s situation in my blog. I was a little surprised, although I really shouldn’t because I know a few friends read my blog. It just never occurred to me that someone I know and know me as well would read what I was going to write, when I was writing. The only reader I may think of is myself, sometime a present self, more often a future self. Would it make difference if someone else is reading? Why did I forget the fact? Do I have any dark sides or privacy that I don’t want to share even with friends? One may assume that I forget the fact that my friends will read my journal to enable myself be100% revealing and honest. But the truth is, I am honest with my friends as with myself, at least I think. Maybe rare, but I do occasionally have dark things that I want to hide and keep to myself. If I feel something really dark and low, I would be probably busy with dealing with it myself and have no mood whatsoever to write a journal. The process is rather intuitive and private. I noticed it. Afterwards, I can still talk about it if the topic happens to arise among friends. Old conclusion: I am neither reserved nor complex although I believe I have matured a lot in the past few years.
Will continue the way I write my journals. I should do it more frequently. It definitely helps, in many ways. Diane Keaton’s late mother used to write down her life and thoughts all the time, even in her later years of fighting again Alzheimer’s.
|Mom’s Call|
Mom sounded tired. She sure was tired. It was 9:30PM in China and she was in the hotel after another long day in the hospital to take care of my dad. She also sounded optimistic. She generously praised my dad’s mental and physical strength. Using her words, nurses and physicians were very impressed by all the normal and healthy results of blood work and examines, except the little benign thymoma in his body. “Your dad doesn’t look like a 70-year old guy. Everybody said so.” “You know it is normally difficult for your dad to smile, but that day he was waving to us with a big and confident smile when he was sent to the surgery room. ” Tears came into my eyes as it is the first time that my mom was so proud of dad. I encouraged her to tell dad about this every day.
3 days after the surgery, dad has some common post surgery symptoms and is still lack of appetite. Overall, his recovery is going well. Fingers crossed.
|Other random things|
The King’s Speech is a fine movie, but not particularly good. Moneyball is a good and typical Hollywood movie. The central meaning of the movie is very clearly conveyed and no guess or deep thoughts are needed. Both are kind of predictable.
When Brad Pitt’s character Billy Beane decided to turn down the huge offer from Red Sox, a $12MM contract, I couldn’t help feeling a little sorry. According to the movie, Billy had made a wrong decision to join the major baseball league and give up Stanford’s scholarship after high school, and he didn’t want to repeat the mistake again since his daughter lives with his divorced wife in west coast and they didn’t want him to live that far away in east coast. I got the point that family is more important than money; besides, he has got sufficient money to have a comfortable life anyway. My point is that by accepting the offer supported his first big decision. It is like double negative equals positive. He should have accepted it even just for money’s sake. I think.
I fell in love with my old black wool coat with slouchy loose sleeves these days. Like to wear it with all buttons buckled, including the top one. I looked like “a little witch” according to one colleague of mine, who spotted me walking in the parking lot with my big black tote and black boots. Yes, woman in black.
I enjoyed using my waterless cookware to prepare dinner. Easy, quick, tasty and no oil spill over the oven. Still experimenting, I think the fish and vegetable mixed dish can be presentable. Can’t wait to let xiaozi try and score it this weekend.
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