Plan is to write on this blog at least once a day. Not sure whether I’ll publish anything… just starting to keep a journal. When I wrote continuously for a couple of weeks in my old blog, it was a really good feeling. I’ve got so much doubt. Some false pride I guess. Need to overcome this crap if I’m to move on and do something wonderful with my life. So glad to be married to ShanShan. Damn. Just amazing. Don’t know what else to write.
One dog, one cat, and one wife. I like the sound of that.
I’m debating creating a new identity around sujinyan. I like the way it sounds and what it means. Nice to put other names behind me.
I like robs a lot, robesoh came into being because I needed something unique. Never really liked it that much.
Want to be moved out of the apartment and into our new home very much. So many things to get done before then, I know.
This is the sign hanging in the establishment that Shanshan and her parents often frequent.
I’m not sure what function the Braille on the sign, which is behind a desk, serves. One would assume that a blind person working at the establishment would know their location. And, a blind patron would probably not be able to easily find the sign.
And, while we’re on the subject of things that I’m unsure about, here’s a poster of Britney Spears on a fish tank in the same establishment:
With over five years living in China, I’m fairly aware about life in Beijing. Although I’ve traveled a bit in China, most of my destinations have been cities, so I really haven’t seen how the majority of Chinese live. Although I work for an American-based company, I’m one of the few foreigners at the site. Likewise, I don’t live in an ex-pat enclave… the apartment complex
Because of these indicators:
- Shanshan’s lack of morning sickness
- She’s been feeling hot rather than cold
- Hard to tell from behind that she’s pregnant (although she’s nigh on seven months)
- The taxicab driver last Friday said so
it has been another gloriously foggy day in beijing!
i love the fog here… rolling in crisp, cool, and clean from the ocean. sometimes, it is so thick that it clings to my arms, forming little droplets.
it reminds me in so many ways of the time i spent in edinburugh nigh on 25 years ago.
this is such a wondrous time of the year!
little voice robs?
little voice you do know that beijing isn’t on the ocean, right?
little voice and, that it isn’t fog you walked through on the way to work.
little voice also, that those little droplets you mentioned are, in fact, sweat.
me fine… well, at least i’ll always have edinburugh
the title of this entry makes reference to A Foggy Day (In London Town).
Here’s a link to a version done by Hazel Scott, Charlie Mingus, and Rudy Nichols during a 1955 televised pitch for the March of Dimes fight against Polio.
Last night, Shanshan had a very bad case of la duza, resulting in frequent trips to the bathroom. At about 11 pm, we decided it was time to head to the hospital. We were not only concerned about la duza, but how it might affect our soon-to-be baby.
So, we went out side, caught a cab to InternationalSOS, and got Shanshan checked-in. She was the only patient there when we arrived.
(Her parents met us there since they were concerned and the hospital is a short drive from their home.)
She was quickly given a private ward which had it’s own bathroom (promptly used).
After a nurse took her vitals, the doctor saw her and confirmed that it was, indeed, a bad case of la duza. She was given some packs of saline crystals to mix with water and taken five times a day, some medication to help make things a bit more solid, and was sent home.
All in all, our stay at the hospital was right around an hour, and cost well within my daily insurance limit for outpatient services.