I just finished writing Year of the Dog ! It had a massive plot hole that I had to fix which turned out to be more work than I expected. Here’s a snippet: “Hey, Auntie Nell.” He wrapped his arms around her, bussing her on the cheek and breathing in pikake flowers and shortbread cookies. And suddenly he was nine years old again, and her solid presence had made his chaotic world stable once more. “What are you doing here?” He usually took her to dinner on Wednesday nights, but today was Tuesday. The edges of her smile faltered a little before brightening right back up again. “What, I can’t visit my nephew?” She angled around him to enter his home. “Is this your new house? Looks lovely.” Which was a blatant lie, because the fixer-upper was barely livable, much less acceptable to a neat-freak like his aunt. She also left four matching pink and purple floral suitcases on the stoop behind her. Only then did Ashwin notice the cab driver standing slightly to the side of the walkway. “Can ...
Hahahahaha! My husband, Captain Caffeine sent me this cartoon. The Asian and the knitter in me loves this one:
My parents taught me to use chopsticks at an early age so they’re pretty comfortable for me. Did you know there are differences between Japanese and Chinese chopsticks? The Chinese ones tend to be blunter and more slippery whereas the Japanese ones are pointier and sometimes have a textured tip to make it easier to grab food. My mom will eat salad with a chopstick, which I have to admit is a bit easier than a fork, for me.
Any of you knit? Any of you use chopsticks?
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I do knit, but mostly dishclothes. I made a sweater once that came out beautiful--except it was about 14 inches long and 60 inches around. I got so discouraged I never made another one!
How great you taught your kids to use chopsticks! That's a neat skill for them to have.
(Yes, I realize that knitting is almost as unmanly as reading,... uh,... that is REVIEWING romance novels; as excuse I point out that in my youth knitting was brand new and thus still exciting. Dirt on the other hand was no longer new though still shiny.)
Using chopsticks came much later, when kindly Yankees taught me that what I had heretofore thought of as "bait" was in fact sushi, something I came to love very much. In an attempt to improve my chopstick skills, I practiced on french fries and worked my way down in size through peanuts until I could pick up individual grains of rice, but I quit doing that for a couple of reasons:
1. Some people WILL try to kill you for showing off like that.
2. If I had to pick up each grain of rice individually, I'd only be half the man I am today.... Come to think of it, maybe I ought to go back to that in order to lose more weight.