I feel like it's kinda perfect that the Super Bowl is happening over Chinese New Year weekend. Feasting and celebrating is always good this time of year -- good luck likes a party. When my ma, the Chinese Squawking Chicken, was heading into a really, really sh-t cycle for Tigers (she's a Tiger Mother for real), she insisted on a major birthday party, even more extravagant than usual, so that the happiness and goodwill generated on the occasion might provide some padding against what she was facing. She ended up in hospital a few months later, the beginning of what would be a brutal fight against a rare disease. Which she's still recovering from. But the point is - she's recovering. And she often says that party may have been the difference between recovery and loss. Or she could just be saying that because Jacek and I paid for that party, as we do all her parties, and she's telling us that we have to keep doing it. Guess whose birthday happens in a month?
The blog may be lighter today for Chinese New Year. Back to full schedule on Monday.
May the Horse be kind, gentle, and forgiving. May you be happy and healthy and loved this year.
GUNG HAY FAT CHOY! Happy New Year!
Yours in gossip,