What a day. After watching the inaugural festivities all morning, I went to the new class that I am taking–creative writing. My route there involves driving up over the grade on the freeway, and once over the hill, there is the most spectacular view of Simi Valley with the mountains as its backdrop. It was a bright sunny day here, and though I have driven this way many times, I felt I had never seen it so lovely. I burst into tears. I blubbered like an idiot all the way to the college and had to forcibly gather myself before getting out of my car.
This is a miniature painting I did of a delicate little bowl that my mom brought me from China years ago. Love this bowl–have painted it many times. It is so delicate that it is hard to resist the urge to squeeze it in your hand to see if it would break like an eggshell. I always thought that if I had two of them I might just test it so I would always have one left over.
Well, be careful what you wish for. It looks like I will be going to China in April, and will be able to shop for a few of these little gems myself. I say be careful what you wish for because I am not a good flyer. Now I have that little incident with geese the other day that were turned into pate when they came into contact with a certain airliner to really keep me on the edge of my seat. The seat I will be in for 17 hours straight. It doesn’t matter–drugs, mile high club, first class. It will still be torture. My mom, who is going “with” me, refuses to actually fly there “with” me. She has traveled “with” me before. I’m really hurt.
I will say, I can’t wait to be there. Forget about the Great Wall, and the Terracotta Warriors, I want a fried scorpion. I want to try Chinese food that is not loaded with MSG and thickened with starch. I don’t like American Chinese food at all. Blaah. No. Fried scorpions. Real Chinese cuisine. I can’t wait.