On Sunday (Mom’s only day off), I tried to cajole Mom into organizing the guest bedroom closet, which houses half of her collection of cheap clothes. You can’t walk into it without getting irritated by the plastic bags housing giant, billowy comforters that take up most of the floor and tangle with your feet like leeches.
Mom grumbled about not wanting to clean, but followed me into the guest room anyway.
In addition to the usual crap, there were several other bags crowding the floor. Mom brings five or so bags to and from work, and tosses them in random spots when she gets home.
I watched as she rummaged through everything, unearthing Tupperware, smashed newspaper clippings, various-SPF tinted moisturizer tubes, crumb-filled magazines, piles of scratch paper cut into random sizes, bobby pins, medical billing papers, crunchy Japanese broad beans, hairbrushes and library books featuring knitting tutorials, British writers and Taiwanese schoolteachers.
She paused when she reached a mysterious plastic bag.
“What’s this? Oh!”
A tube of salami and three packages of cheese.
“How long has this been here?” I asked.
She couldn’t remember. “Four days?” she guessed. She opened the pack of salami and began eating.
“Is that safe to eat?”
“Sure. It’s cured.” She was into a cheese packet now. “Want some?”
I have a collection of Japanese home decor magazines. I'm going to start posting random photos from them, since I love the combination of Japanese kanji/hirigana/katakana with impeccable photography/styling/layout.
This one is from a magazine called Kawaii something, Volume 2 (I have no idea what the second word is; I'll ask someone to translate it for me later).
“Ever been to Jiufen?” I asked Mom.
“You should go! It has a nice view of the sea. It’s supposed to be the city that inspired Spirited Away. And they have the best gweh I’ve ever tasted - your favorite, with taro and the green one with radish or whatever the chewy stuff is.”
She looked skeptical. “How did you get there? You don’t speak the language.”
[click image for more]
Two orange tabby brothers followed us home in December. They lived with us for five weeks, snuggling, wrestling, running around like madmen and punching each other in the face, until their owners saw our “found” signs (which had been posted in front of their house for weeks).
Chupa misses them a ton. They shredded furniture, ate my expensive paintbrushes, pawed wet paintings and shoved my brush around whenever I painted, but they were cute and soft fuzzballs.