Chinese New Year

Chinese New Year has come and gone. Wyona gave me a box of decorations from her overflow of lanterns and hanging good-luck talismans. Now ... can I find them. The good thing about looking for these treasuires has been that I have found other things: mortgage papers I have mislaid; rice that I had stored under a desk and forgotten about; a box of unpacked documents, brought back from the lake so that I could take care of them.

Our house is going to celebrate the Year of the Sheep by having a pot luck on the 19th. I am bringing hot and sour soup and egg foo yung, but I could my mind any time between them for Cantonese noodles and sweet and sour pork have been on my mind lately.

And then I find out I can’t get to the party that we are having.  I have an appointment somewhere else.

Just goes to prove, all of the fun is in the planning.

My wish for everyone is ... lots of red paper money.

Arta