Before I get started today, I want to clarify a few things. First, I know I am loved! I was not baiting a hook for my precious readers, just using it as a literary device for the subject of blog stats. As Lisa points out in the comments section, it is easy to fall into the trap of basing one’s self-esteem on blog stats but I really don’t do that. At least not anymore. And while I write for myself, I also write for you, my readers, and my children, one day. The husband, he’s hit or miss. The blog stats themselves are just a window into the fascinating little brain of an ever-searching world. For example, you would never believe how many people want to know how to pronounce “coozie”, how to recycle old birthday candles, or are looking for a photo of paddywhack beer. Almost every day, someone asks these questions and voila, they are directed to this blog. But I am wondering where Random Tom is – has he dumped my blog?
Yesterday I went on a tour of a Beijing Opera costume factory in Suzhou with a group of menopausal expats from all over the world. While the tour itself was interesting, I can’t even bring myself to write about it. Let’s just say I was scandalized at the shopping behavior of the women. I am posting a photo above just so you’ll have an idea of the factory itself. Although the factory was billed as “heated” it was colder than a cave.
While I was parading along with the paparazzi group of women, Mr. Understanding went to the Mars candy factory in Beijing. He was impressed by it’s cleanliness and excellent operation. The Chinese are really beginning to tuck into “chocoli” so for those fretting about overseas factory operations taking away from US jobs, the Chinese chocolate market is the main consumer. Mr. U also saw Skittles being made. They come out hard as rocks and take twenty days to soften before they are put on store shelves.
Today is Ash Wednesday, the end of Carnaval and the beginning of Lent. I tried not to have a pity party for myself remembering bygone experiences. Since I am no longer attending church, I am really going to make an effort for the next 40 days. In the past I have given up alcohol, chocolate, popcorn, and shopping and have prayed for my enemies. This year I am going to tackle a biggie: bread. Although it figures heavily in the Holy Communion, I think it is heavily bloating my figure. Sammy “The Package” can only do so much. Proactively, I am going to tackle reading the Apocrypha. In 2007, my New Year’s resolution was to read the bible in a year following a Bible in a Year plan. I got bogged down at the end of October 2007 when my castle in Glamavillas seriously began to crumble. I finished it this year, albeit in December. However, when I got out my study bible recently, I realized I had not read the Apocrypha. I read Tobit over the weekend and the story of the angel Raphael guiding Tobias made me remember our Carnaval angel Ionara. I could almost hear her wings fluttering over the pages.
Finally, I am going to commit to a blog post a day, Monday through Friday, except when traveling. It might just be a photo, it might just be a paragraph. But I have all these little notes on things I have not blogged about and I need to get rid of them in my quest for an uncluttered life. V3 and I have had some pretty funny conversations. Additionally, I thought I would get a little interactive and ask my readers a question a day. Even the non-commenting section of my readership could maybe stretch themselves and send in an answer, sans elaboration? Today’s question came up in a conversation with Ms. Dela who works part time in an independent bookshop in Houston:
What was your favorite book before you could read?
Mine, of course, is Bread And Jam for Frances by Lillian Hoban. Some things never change.