Pick up a sesame seed but lose sight of a watermelon
I have going...what is the word for this? 'Crazy' will do. The letter came, all white and serious and a little frightening. It would be easier if they told the answer right on the envelope that yes, you are accepted. Save paper, too.
But I have missed China a little, since yesterday. I have not thought of home in so long, since my mind has been full of other things, more important things. I miss the bus, though, last night and I did not want to wait for the next one. Plus, I have think I have been gain weight doing paperwork. My jeans are not buttoning the same. So I took a walk, and I pass a house where I hear music I have not heard since I was small. My mother used to sing sometimes, not for money, but for fun at home when it was winter and there was little to do. My father would play the lute, and I would watch.
My mother's voice was rough, too low to sing the ballads right, and my father's fingers were too big and unsteady to play anything complicated, but these times were those of calm in the house. And the song I hear from the house is a professional ballad, but it brought back the past for me, and China. I realized I missed Army Day. I never really celebrated it back in China since I never cared for the army myself, but I think it is the idea that I did not even stop to recognize a day that came so easily to my memory just a few months ago...
But even though I like to remember, there is work to do. I may have to ask the thrift shop if I can start a part-time there again, especially with this new expense. I can only indulge in trivialities for so long.
But I have missed China a little, since yesterday. I have not thought of home in so long, since my mind has been full of other things, more important things. I miss the bus, though, last night and I did not want to wait for the next one. Plus, I have think I have been gain weight doing paperwork. My jeans are not buttoning the same. So I took a walk, and I pass a house where I hear music I have not heard since I was small. My mother used to sing sometimes, not for money, but for fun at home when it was winter and there was little to do. My father would play the lute, and I would watch.
My mother's voice was rough, too low to sing the ballads right, and my father's fingers were too big and unsteady to play anything complicated, but these times were those of calm in the house. And the song I hear from the house is a professional ballad, but it brought back the past for me, and China. I realized I missed Army Day. I never really celebrated it back in China since I never cared for the army myself, but I think it is the idea that I did not even stop to recognize a day that came so easily to my memory just a few months ago...
But even though I like to remember, there is work to do. I may have to ask the thrift shop if I can start a part-time there again, especially with this new expense. I can only indulge in trivialities for so long.