Left Hand Cold And Right Hand Warm

Now I wonder what that means? Is it something psychic and esoteric or a normal step on the path of wellness? over the last few days or weeks my right hand has been in almost nonstop pain and shaking constantly. looking back and thinking back there was a time when this hand couldn’t move at all. my brother had to lift my arm to put it in the coat and jacket sleeve and pull it up. then I remember clenching my teeth because as the arm became more flexible it would hurt learning – or remembering – how to move it. now there are long periods when I can just let it rest in my lap. I still do the one-handed typing with my left hand but every now and then I will capitalize with my, or ring a bell, or hold a door with my right hand. it was normal, it was second nature. and it’s slowly coming back.

Today I woke up at nine. I wake at nine every day but this was different because the time changed and we are now the same time as china but with a twelve hour difference. so if my clock show 6 o’clock means i’m wondering what we’ll get later for dinner, Brother Xu is still in bed, or didn’t get up yet to start his day.

We had lunch today at Chairman Mao’s restaurant. we call it Chairman Mao’s because the owner has a framed photo of the Chairman prominently displayed in the front of the restaurant. it’s not a large photo either, it’s the size of a photo you might have of a deceased great grandfather. whenever I see it I feel a warm happy feeling that we completed the Long March and now it’s the time of building and rebuilding. some of the masses are wearing their NorthFace jackets and others in their minks but everyone is working for something. the question is, what?

Even regular Americans are getting a little edgy. when trump starts filling the white house with the rich, and talking about cutting back on this and that, there are a lot of whites who are realizing they need help with this and that too. they are not feeling too good when ‘obama care’ might be pulled down with nothing to replace it.  white kids in the thousands are addicted to and dying from heroin and nothing being done to save them.

it was midnight, and the clock has jumped to one.

Xiamen Noodles

i’m sitting in front of a bowl of Xiamen noodles on my computer desk. I think Xiamen is a place in china. it’s made with mifen noodles, very thin rice noodles, some sweet pickled vegetables and three fat shrimp. he got it from a restaurant a few blocks from our house with a huge bowl and chopsticks on the roof. the second floor used to have KTV but some mainland officials were caught in a raid with prostitutes and I don’t see the KTV signs anymore.

okay, I just finished the Xiamen noodles. somehow I was thinking today was a Chinese holiday but I don’t see anything on the Chinese calendar or the American one. sunday was the first quarter moon but not a holiday. tomorrow is international woman’s day but that’s not really a holiday in the U.S. though in recent years there have been some conferences and events at colleges. but the U.S. doesn’t celebrate women’s day, labor day or any day that might be for the people.

tomorrow hokki is having a Chinese new year party. I tried several times to catch up with him. the funny thing is, it’s already Wednesday morning in china and he might already be awake. Maybe i’ll take a look over there before I log off.


Happy Year of the Chicken!

let me say happy year of the Rooster and Hen to make sure i’ve included everyone boys and girls. maybe chicken includes all but roosters are males and hens are female. it’s not really clear on the year of the chicken cards who is who. just remember who’s who.

when i began this blog i had just got out of the hospital.i was grateful to be home but home didn’t look like home. i had relatives that didn’t look like relatives. my house didn’t look like my house.

my memory has returned, most of it. i’ve been home for over a year. i am at school, online mostly. i see someone from school once a month and take three online classes a week.

i think it’s time to see brother xu again. i saw him last when i decided that since i liked him a lot and he liked me that we were gonna be a couple. he could keep the other girls he had, but they would have to stand up while i sat down.i don’t know why i wrote it like that but the meaning seems clear to me. i guess it was clear to him too because i never saw him again. either he left Second Life or he knows how to be invisible. he might, he’s been here since he was in college and he’s in his thirties now.

one of the girls here told me to leave him alone, he’s married but he’s in china i’m in the US so, hello? i want him and his wife and baby to live the life they desire where they are. i can live a happy life with him in This World.