See You Next year
Ping and Cici often say goodbye by saying, "see you next year." It is a joke, of course, but we are almost where they can say it for real on New Year's eve. We are winding down their first full calendar year in America, though it only counts for Cici, since Ping was in China during the summer. Soon they will have seen two of each holiday in America, and I have noticed that they now look forward to each holiday.
In 2010 we will celebrate the beginning of the Chinese new year on the same day that we celebrate Valentine's day in America. That will mark the beginning of the year of the Tiger. We don't have a tiger in our family, but surely there will be tigers celebrating their year. We don't have to worry about anything until the next year of the chicken, which will be 2015. Heck, Cici will be a junior in college by then.
On Wednesday we will go with Cici to pick up her long awaited Certificate of Citizenship. Does that mean I don't have to go to school that day, Papa? Nice try, Sweetie, although she arguably earned a day off. She practiced with the band Saturday afternoon, and then spent Sunday afternoon playing in a Christmas concert with the band. They had to dress all in black. Cici wore a pair of Ping's black pants and one of her black tops. She looked very tall and slender, but she claimed it was just what black does for a girl. Ping told me that I could see how she used to look before she turned age 35. She doesn't wear those clothes any more, but she was smart and saved them for Cici. They still look new to me.
Ping brought some of the Christmas lights that are like a net to the office today and hung them in the wide floor to ceiling window in the reception area. I was busy, but she got it done because the building management saw her struggling to get them hung just right and they brought a step ladder and helped her. When it gets a little darker I will have to take a walk in the atrium and see how they look.
We have a client arriving this evening so I will stay later than usual. It sounds like tea time to me.
In 2010 we will celebrate the beginning of the Chinese new year on the same day that we celebrate Valentine's day in America. That will mark the beginning of the year of the Tiger. We don't have a tiger in our family, but surely there will be tigers celebrating their year. We don't have to worry about anything until the next year of the chicken, which will be 2015. Heck, Cici will be a junior in college by then.
On Wednesday we will go with Cici to pick up her long awaited Certificate of Citizenship. Does that mean I don't have to go to school that day, Papa? Nice try, Sweetie, although she arguably earned a day off. She practiced with the band Saturday afternoon, and then spent Sunday afternoon playing in a Christmas concert with the band. They had to dress all in black. Cici wore a pair of Ping's black pants and one of her black tops. She looked very tall and slender, but she claimed it was just what black does for a girl. Ping told me that I could see how she used to look before she turned age 35. She doesn't wear those clothes any more, but she was smart and saved them for Cici. They still look new to me.
Ping brought some of the Christmas lights that are like a net to the office today and hung them in the wide floor to ceiling window in the reception area. I was busy, but she got it done because the building management saw her struggling to get them hung just right and they brought a step ladder and helped her. When it gets a little darker I will have to take a walk in the atrium and see how they look.
We have a client arriving this evening so I will stay later than usual. It sounds like tea time to me.
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