Shoes at the Door
I thought it was a Chinese custom, so I never asked about it. I also used it as a way of knowing if Cici had gotten out of bed in the morning. It would save me a trip through our home office and down the hallway to her room to check on her. I am talking about Cici's house slippers. She always wears them to the door of her bathroom, then slips them off her feet before entering the bathroom.
Ping made a comment about this habit last night, and I asked her if it is some kind of Chinese custom. No, she said. It is just something that Cici has always done. I think it is strange, Ping said, because you would think she would do just the opposite. I don't understand why she does it this way. Hmm, I thought. This is why Cici always keeps her bathroom sparkling clean, ready to greet her bare feet.
It is a rainy day in Houston. The rain is accompanied by some cooler air so that it feels like fall. We don't get many fall days here. But Ping and I are high and dry in our offices.
I have been out in the atrium area of the building several times today. As I walked back toward our offices, I could see that the large floor to ceiling window we installed in the reception area draws the eyes toward it all the way from the other end of the building. As one walks closer, the suspense builds as the ambiance of the office begins to show itself just before Ping comes into view at her desk. The brushed gold logo and letters of the law firm name stand out proudly from the wall behind her, their midnight black edges adding depth and a sense of invincibility to their message. The Brazilian cherry wood floor adds an inviting warmth to the room.
And there Ping sits in this almost surreal setting, startlingly beautiful to the senses. Lending her beauty to the room to make it even more beautiful.. Leaving passers by to wonder how such a beautiful Chinese woman came to be sitting here in Houston, Texas, half way around the globe from her birthplace. We have an answer for anyone who asks. Just read the book.
Ping made a comment about this habit last night, and I asked her if it is some kind of Chinese custom. No, she said. It is just something that Cici has always done. I think it is strange, Ping said, because you would think she would do just the opposite. I don't understand why she does it this way. Hmm, I thought. This is why Cici always keeps her bathroom sparkling clean, ready to greet her bare feet.
It is a rainy day in Houston. The rain is accompanied by some cooler air so that it feels like fall. We don't get many fall days here. But Ping and I are high and dry in our offices.
I have been out in the atrium area of the building several times today. As I walked back toward our offices, I could see that the large floor to ceiling window we installed in the reception area draws the eyes toward it all the way from the other end of the building. As one walks closer, the suspense builds as the ambiance of the office begins to show itself just before Ping comes into view at her desk. The brushed gold logo and letters of the law firm name stand out proudly from the wall behind her, their midnight black edges adding depth and a sense of invincibility to their message. The Brazilian cherry wood floor adds an inviting warmth to the room.
And there Ping sits in this almost surreal setting, startlingly beautiful to the senses. Lending her beauty to the room to make it even more beautiful.. Leaving passers by to wonder how such a beautiful Chinese woman came to be sitting here in Houston, Texas, half way around the globe from her birthplace. We have an answer for anyone who asks. Just read the book.
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