since 1920s
Le Fabuleux Destin d'Oma
I cannot tell you how sad I am over this. My outgoing, sometime naughty but most of the time harmless and friendly granddaughter, Harriet Potter, has lost her semi-beloved dog, Wucky. All I know is that one day, Wucky Wucky wanted to go out with the 29 year old and so sneaked into her car. Like everyone in Hong Kong who is always hurrying to go somewhere, she hushed and yelled at her. Perhaps poor Wucky could not take it anymore. She ran away, maybe she thought it was only to let some air out at first, but got lost, hence, putting a cruel end to this unrequited relationship that challenges both her mental and physical strength. Well… We looked for her everywhere, but cannot spot her anywhere. It has been 2 weeks already. No news. No Wucky… No woof woof…
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Tonight after dinner, my good son S and my daughter’s husband Bart Springfield fiddled with this “metallic” thingamajiggy called comeputeter and called my granddaughter, Baggage Bug, who lives now really far away in some unknown land (perhaps the land of Oz? I don’t know.) On this tiny winy fuzzy yet modern television screen, through my squinted eyes, I can see Baggage bug looking like her fuller rounder sisters - Muffin Marc and Elf llama. I’m glad to know that life as alien in a foreign land is “good”. It’s good to chat with Buggy. I asked her how she is, how far she is away from Elf Llama (because I’ve been told they both live in this so-called Oz and it’s always nice to have connection in wicked foreign places), whether she likes work, etc. Most of the answers I only heard fuzzily. And I told her about how naughty her daddy is, because once again, he suffers from a classic attack of gout and refuses to drink the medication I prescribe for him - my classic aloe vera drink, which is mild and great for the body. How rude he is? And I also told her about my young but very smart great granddaughter, Kay JFK (more here) and my business, which I attend to whenever I feel good and all else permits. And I faintly heard the good news that my daughter, Eagle, will return tomorrow. Life is wonderful!
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A few days ago, my grandson, Cookie, came to take me out to yum cha with him and his daughter/my great granddaughter, Kay JFK. On the way to the restaurant, Cookie asked JFK why she was not holding my hand (like all good kids do) and the little fat ball of smartness replied boldly swaying that round body of hers from side to side: “We haven’t seen each other for a while. We’ve lost touch.” O…
Well… It was still really nice to be out and about with my family (not out alone on business, which I have been working very hard on whenever I feel ay-alright) from time to time. Yum cha is yum!
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Oh my god!!! My head is moving like the people in the above pic today. I’m so happy. Anna has holiday, we didn’t go to yum cha, but it has been a good day, because Muffin Marc is back and with the computer, she called my other grandkids, who now live overseas, so I can connect with them. Awww… I was on the phone with Baggage Bug for 10 mins and I told her how I had been a good grandma, because her daddy told me not to open my “store”, and I really didn’t; but I had been doing other naughty things, like the doctor has prescribed me an extra pill, but I adjust my medication according to how I feel… I take 1 only… Really, you have to admit: these synthetic chemicals are not good for anybody’s body, is it?
Over this “computer”, I could see a blurry image of my Baggage Bug, who looks healthy with her Muffin Marc-like chubby cheeks; and as my son, M, says, she is more happy being overseas - you can see it easily. I inquired about how her work is and what life is like and she gave me some answers in her broken Chinese, which I understood only barely, but that’s the case always when I talk with young tech-addicted kids of today…
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i forgot to mention that before Baggage Bug called me yesterday night. I received another lovely call. it was my daughter and her husband and my other lovely granddaughter chub chub. Chub chub was very nice and was sending me lovely chinese new year greetings. She was also very carrying and asked me if i was wearing my furry shoes (This is what you modern people would call uggs). Because my daughter gave me my granddaughter Baggage bug’s uggs after she left home. they were pink with white polka dots but because i wear it everywhere from my home to the garden to the muddy fields, it’s all brown now. but they are very comfortable and keeps me warm warm. Also Chub Chub asked me if i had hot food for dinner and i swiftly replied, “ofcourse! i had rice and we had hotpot for dinner. i’m warm now.”
then Chub Chub told me to put on the blankie and go to bed. :) then she handed the phone to my daughter’s husband.
Oh, so many people came to celebrate Chinese New Year with me. It’s marvelous as always and I’m thankful that my children and grandchildren took the time to be with me, despite it being a wet and rainy New Year day today. After our dinner, my son, N, and his wife walked me home. Ok. Anna asked them to, but it was so sweet.
Then, while I was washing my feet in preparation to jump off in bed, I heard some noises… but I thought it was my neighbor, so I kept on washing my feet. Then, later, I found out it was my phone ringing. Ha! Who can this be? “Popo! It’s Baggage Bug,” says the fuzzy voice from the other end of the t.e.l.e.p.h.o.n.e., “Kung hei fat choi!” Then, we exchanged greetings, I asked her where she is, whether she is happy and that if she is happy, I’m happy. I told her about my nice day spent with good children and good grandchildren, and we chatted for 3 mins 38 seconds (Baggage counted, because she is calling IDD).
A good start to another good year!
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It has been so long since I saw my granddaughter, and today, while I was showering, my daughter came to me. At first, I thought she was rudely hushing me to dinner, but it turns out, she was fetching me, so that I may speak to my granddaughter on the computer. Oh! Yippee! I’m happy that she still looks healthy and pretty. And on the phone, I told her how her daddy was teasing me, asking me to shower (like I was a child), because I had been fertilising my little garden. Silly thing! O… I miss my granddaughter!
The other day, my daughter came over and asked me to play a game of Mahjong with me. And I felt quite well that day, so I said to her: “Why not?” While I was fetching my wallet (because it makes the game more exciting)… Wait! Where was my wallet? M.I.A.!!! :( I looked everywhere and my other daughter helped me, too. But no f… where in sight! Restlessly disappointed… Afraid… Traumatised… The next day, I found it again in the shed. Oh! Oh! Ooo…
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