Today is the Chinese New Year and begins the Year of the Dragon.
So… Xīnnián kuàilè! or 新年快乐! (Chinese for Happy New Year!)
I’ve had Zane repeat this phrase about half a dozen times and I still can’t say it correctly.
It’s entirely possible that I could have my “man card” revoked over this. But here goes…
There’s a television show on ABC (Sundays at 8:00 pm) called Once Upon A Time. And I like it. A lot.
It’s about a character from Boston named Emma Swan who gets the surprise of her life when Henry, the son she gave up for adoption 10 years ago, shows up on her doorstep. Emma immediately wants to return Henry to his adoptive mother in Storybrooke, Maine. But Henry complicates Emma’s plan when he reveals a stunning theory: everyone in Storybrooke is a fairytale character under a curse, and Emma - the long lost daughter of Snow White and Prince Charming - is the only one who can save them all. The story unfolds by interweaving scenes of the drama in the sleepy New England town and the inhabitants’ past lives in the world of fairy tales.
Have you seen it?
Monday is the Chinese New Year - the Year of the Dragon.
I was a slackard and didn’t plan a get-together for our local group this year.
So today, the family went to a a Chinese New Year festival at the Peaceful Dragon martial arts center.
The center is not a small building. But there were a gazillion people there. Which made the building seem quite small actually.
Along with the ceremonial Lion Dance and Dragon Dance, there were demonstrations of Chinese martial arts and health arts including Kung Fu, Tai Chi and Yoga, and performing arts such as traditional Chinese dance and music.
There were experts on hand to exhibit various Asian arts and practices including feng shui, calligraphy, acupuncture and Chinese medicine.
And there were noodles.
In the exhibition room, Zane gave Karys a little personal lesson in calligraphy.
The Gospel group I sing with had an opportunity to minister to our church’s Celebrate Recovery ministry last night.
We just left the equipment in the fellowship hall and returned later this afternoon to tear the equipment down.
Karys tried to be a good roadie. But I think the hand trucks alone probably weigh as much as she does.
Eggs don’t microwave well.
Who knew?
