The Shirt Off My Back
I love that shirt, a man on the elevator told me this morning. I was wearing one of my favorite shirts from Wal-mart that I talked about yesterday. It turned out that the man had also bought a couple of the same shirts, and was on a quest to find more of them. I bet he would have paid me double what I paid if I would have sold him the shirt off my back. 
Ping cuts the tags out of shirts, so I don't even know who made these shirts or I would look for them on the Internet.
Last night I was so sleepy that I just fell into bed when Cici and I returned to our hotel. This morning when I woke up early, I was surprised to find that someone had placed my bedroom slippers on the floor next to my bed. This is a new hotel, and our suite is large and nicely decorated. Cici stocked the little refrigerator with the many boxes of juice that she brought along with us, and she placed the nectarines and apples out where we can snack on them. Not far from them are the bags of chips, boxes of sweet popcorn, and bags of crackers that she also brought along. It feels just like home.
The extra suitcase that showed up in our car after Cici packed everything for us contained, among other things, towels and hand towels and wash cloths from home. This is an ingrained habit that Ping and Cici brought with them from China, where they didn't trust the cleanliness of the towels, etc. in hotels there. The extra suitcase also contained a little animal backpack that Cici gave to one of her nieces yesterday. You should have seen the delight on the little girl's face. I thought the animal was a rabbit, but was told emphatically that it is a seal. Hmm, we may need to put that one up for a vote.
Cici was introduced last night to a southern meal that consisted of fried okra, skillet fried corn that had been cut from fresh ears and was loaded with butter, newly picked sliced tomatoes and cucumbers and red onions, snapped green beans that were cooked to death, fried potatoes and onions, and meatloaf. Did I mention fried? Cici and I did the best we could, but we were glad that we had eaten some Vietnamese noodle soup earlier in the day.
Papa, Cici said with a tone of urgency in her voice as we were driving back to the hotel last night. Let's stop at that McDonald's. I knew what she wanted. An oreo McFlurry or whatever they call it. So she wouldn't feel alone while eating it, I felt obligated to order a vanilla cone for myself. We called Ping when we got back to the hotel, but we caught her at the government office negotiating something for her Hong Kong company client, so we only talked for a few minutes. We will call again when Cici wakes up this morning. I got up so early this morning that I am thinking I might take a nap before we make that call.
Ping cuts the tags out of shirts, so I don't even know who made these shirts or I would look for them on the Internet.Last night I was so sleepy that I just fell into bed when Cici and I returned to our hotel. This morning when I woke up early, I was surprised to find that someone had placed my bedroom slippers on the floor next to my bed. This is a new hotel, and our suite is large and nicely decorated. Cici stocked the little refrigerator with the many boxes of juice that she brought along with us, and she placed the nectarines and apples out where we can snack on them. Not far from them are the bags of chips, boxes of sweet popcorn, and bags of crackers that she also brought along. It feels just like home.
The extra suitcase that showed up in our car after Cici packed everything for us contained, among other things, towels and hand towels and wash cloths from home. This is an ingrained habit that Ping and Cici brought with them from China, where they didn't trust the cleanliness of the towels, etc. in hotels there. The extra suitcase also contained a little animal backpack that Cici gave to one of her nieces yesterday. You should have seen the delight on the little girl's face. I thought the animal was a rabbit, but was told emphatically that it is a seal. Hmm, we may need to put that one up for a vote.
Cici was introduced last night to a southern meal that consisted of fried okra, skillet fried corn that had been cut from fresh ears and was loaded with butter, newly picked sliced tomatoes and cucumbers and red onions, snapped green beans that were cooked to death, fried potatoes and onions, and meatloaf. Did I mention fried? Cici and I did the best we could, but we were glad that we had eaten some Vietnamese noodle soup earlier in the day.
Papa, Cici said with a tone of urgency in her voice as we were driving back to the hotel last night. Let's stop at that McDonald's. I knew what she wanted. An oreo McFlurry or whatever they call it. So she wouldn't feel alone while eating it, I felt obligated to order a vanilla cone for myself.
We called Ping when we got back to the hotel, but we caught her at the government office negotiating something for her Hong Kong company client, so we only talked for a few minutes. We will call again when Cici wakes up this morning. I got up so early this morning that I am thinking I might take a nap before we make that call.
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