Cold Spell

Winter has finally arrived in Cantoland. It is lovely here in winter, in fact, I would put Hong Kong as the place to have a fashionable winter. The winter is cool, with the thermostat hovering at 15-25 degrees Celsius. It is also nice and dry with clear skies. So it is possible to wear mini skirts with funky boots and light knits. Better yet, there is no need to wear a big bulky jacket to cover everything up in an attempt to keep warm. :)

My uncle and his family came to visit Hong Kong the past two days and I obviously got fed. It's nice to see people from back home again, to enjoy the company of cousins and just to have someone around to look out for you, even for a little while. It's nice to have someone around who is impressed by your ability to speak broken Cantonese. Maybe my cousins were just being polite...

My grandfather called my dad to tell me that my great grandaunt has passed away. I knew I had relatives in Hong Kong, but I just never got round to saying hi. So now that my grandfather's remaining elder has passed away, it seems to be an end of an era. I am now faced with the prospect that my grandparents may be the next to go. We are not getting any younger. My next ten years will probably be spent RSVPing wedding invites and funeral notices. I will be a pro in wedding and funeral etiquette by the time I'm done. Then life will throw in children christenings and birthday parties, followed by extreme kiasu-ism with public exams for the overachieving mother child.

This weekend is going to be spent gardening. I have a non-existent garden but it's okay. I plan to buy some plants to put on my balcony and pretend to weed them. Preferably, solar-powered plastic plants would ensure my success in this current whim.