It was a good day for a walk, and just generally a good day overall.
Still getting in my 10,000+ steps per day. I’m seeing some results too, which is nice.
Some good things are starting to be habits now. I don’t know how or why they are sticking, but they are sticking. I might skip a day, but it’s rare. I guess it’s not striving for perfection, but consistency.
Today, through one of my school contacts, I got to meet the dean’s son, and to have breakfast at a place near my apartment.
My contact warned me the place wasn’t too elegant. But I said I didn’t mind; there were lots of Mexican places that didn’t look great back home, but the food was really good.
The dumpling place was very popular; people lined up to get either pork or veggie dumplings. You had to walk through the kitcthen to get to the dining room, so that was interesting. The dining room was a bit deceptive; there was another dining room off to the side, so it was much bigger than I expected it to be.
The dean’s son was a very pleasant young man. He spoke about some trauma he had experienced in the past. After breakfast, my contact took me back to my apartment and I told the young man to keep in touch. He explained he wasn’t very social, and I said I understood.
The whole experience was really nice on a beautiful day.
I think it was on Facebook recently, that I saw a short video that summed up dating now as well as in the 1700s.
Whoever did this video had a sense of humor. It showed two guys sitting on a couch, one saying to the other, “I wish to fornicate.” A footman (servant? butler?) brought oil portraits of young women, where one of the guys dismissed them for some reason or another. Of course, the woman with large breasts was chosen.
So a raven was summoned to send a message to the fair maiden. Took months. And when she unrolled it, all it said was, “hey.”
I had to laugh, because every so often, I get messages from men that have the stunning range of, “hey,” “hello,” “hi,” and occasionally, “what are you wearing?”
No joke. Here’s a string of messages I got from some guy years ago:
I hope we can video chat soon
hey gloria
how are you
I’m sorry to hear that
I’m sorry to hear that what are you doing today
That’s nice. Can I ask what are you wearing
Hello
hey
hey
What are you doing right now
Hello
good morning
Good morning
Of course, if you talk about sex, it doesn’t get much better, but it seems that once you get guys on that topic, they can string more than two words together.
Why aren’t people into dating anymore? Well, it’s kind of obvious.
So Friday’s English corner was held tonight, and at least I didn’t cry. But someone else did. We tend to play card games that have questions on them. The EC coordinator has a bunch of games, and we played Talking Hearts couple’s edition. These kinds of games are good to get people talking, but on the downside, it can feel like group therapy.
Every so often, I’ll go to Sixth Tone, an English-language paper that has interesting features about China.
For example, a few years back, there was a student who tried living for free for about a month. She hung out in fancy hotels and made do with sneaking into places. She faked being rich. Not surprisingly, this was an art student’s project.
Another article was about elderly people getting into video games.
And a more recent article was about how divorced Chinese women are searching for other divorced Chinese women for support. They share chores, cooking, child care duties and basically provide a safer, cohabitive space for themselves and their children. I had my students read this article and also Judy Syfer’s satirical essay, “I Want a Wife,” written back in 1971.
If you’re interrested in reading the articles, the Sixth Tone one is available here:
Tuesdays go by very quickly, and today was no exception. It was interesting to see how the exercise in instructions turned out. Students had to fold a piece of paper as per my instructions, without knowing what it was going to be. Most of the classes got it, especially after I went throught the process again, with visuals.
But my last class of the day got it right from the start.
I’m sure a few of them thought by the size of the paper I handed out it was going to be some origami animal, but no, just an ordinary paper airplane.
That air raid siren during my first class this morning was a bit of a shock though. A student sent me a message saying it was just a practice drill. But with the war in the Middle East, anything could happen. It made the last half hour of class a bit of a problem. Lecturing was impossible. And they didn’t give precise times for all of the air raid sirens. It would have been nice if they had said they were going to go off at 9:43, 9:55 and 10:00, but no.
I know it was practice, but still a bit unnerving.
I go to English corner, a twice-weekly gathering where students have an opportunity to practice their English skills. One of the students is in charge of it, and usually brings games to play. The icebreaker last night was to take a card from Talking Hearts, which includes a thoughtful question on one side, and a fun one on the other.
Unfortunately, I couldn’t answer the “fun” question. It was, “what was the craziest thing that ever happened on a night out?”
I hardly ever go out. And when I do, it’s usually for dinner with one of my colleagues. And nothing crazy happens.
But the flip side of the card had the question, “what are you most afraid of?”
I answered, but started to cry. I felt bad about it, but the question definitely touched a nerve. My time in China hasn’t turned out the way I planned it to be. Of course, some things were out of my control, but it makes me so mad when I have plans that seem rational and doable, and they don’t happen. It’s not like I say to myself, “within five years of living in China, you’re going to get down to your ideal weight and become a model/influencer by the time you’re 56.” No, I never had ambitions like that. I never said, “I’m going to be an astronaut/cowboy/movie star.”
What I wanted to save was a good chunk of money before I had to leave.
I’m nowhere near the amount of money I would like to save.
So my answer was, “I’m afraid of not having the energy to try anymore when things don’t work out.”
I’m afraid of other things too, but I feel that time is running out to achieve my goals. For all my education, I’m dirt poor, and very upset about it. And the biggest regret I have? Good thing that question didn’t come up, because the biggest regret was my master’s degree. What a colossal waste of time and money.
So yeah, I’m afraid I’ll get tired of trying because nothing works out.
My cuticles are ugly, and I have little shreds of skin surrounding the nail. Hangnails, I think they are called. On the occasions when I wear pantyhose, I run the risk of snagging the hose on the little bits of skin that stick out around my nails. At one point, I carried a nail trimmer on my keychain so I wouldn’t pick at the hangnail, or bit of skin, or whatever and have it start bleeding. The trimmer was to cut that shit.
I peel my nails away, I don’t bite them. So since childhood, my nails have always looked awful. I try to grow them from time to time. The last time was in August 2024, when I was under intense time pressure because I needed paperwork in order to stay in China. And my school claimed they weren’t going to help me. But thanks to the Xiamen Entry/Exit bureau, they got into gear and came up with the necessary paperwork at the last minute. I don’t EVER want to go through that again.
And the nails I was growing at the time got peeled away.
I haven’t bothered to grow them since.
But I’ve noticed that my nails are getting tougher. Especially my toenails. I’d like to have long, elegant looking fingernails, but maybe that is never meant to be.
I’m starting to do that lately, accepting things that may never be.
I make snarky remarks about the things I see at Disney, then I am brought to tears by riding Hyperspace Mountain. Why did I cry? Because it is almost like being in the battle scene from Star Wars (1977). It is THAT. GOOD. Wish I had some onboard footage, but I don’t.
Our tutor cancelled out on us one night, so we go to my apartment to practice on our own. Let’s just say, our pronunciation sucked, but the translation app spat out some truly epic, off the wall poetry.
A giant bag of Doritos in the shape of a horse, because it’s the Year of the Horse. Decades ago, someone got me an inflatable La Choy horse, because it was also the year of the horse. Sometime in the 90s, I believe. I think I still have it. I went through a phase of collecting inflatable toys, for some weird reason.
Why is this pipe even here?
Talk about shitty eyeshadow colors…
Mr. Hankey without his Christmas getup. I think this was at a Walmart.
Cookware by Fisher Price. Seen at Ole, a fancy grocery store. How fancy is it? It’s in the same mall as a Van Cleef and Arpels store. And yes, they have a Cartier, Tiffany, and Louis Vuitton.
I’ve noticed that after April 8, summer begins. It happened again this year. It seems that starting on April 8, the weather becomes summery. And this year, it was no exception. Wednesday was nice, Thursday was friggin’ hot, and today was hot too. The sunset was just a red ball in the sky. And the mountain was in the perfect position to eat it.
The photo quality isn’t so great. Sorry about that, but I had to zoom in to get more detail.
But my Christ, what a mess I had to clean up yesterday. I made the mistake of going without underwear, and on the way to the bathroom, I exploded from both ends. Probably the first time I had actual shit in my living room in my entire life.
I cleaned up though. Still felt a bit woozy today, but in a bizarre twist, my back has felt the best it’s ever been. Go figure.
I remember last Friday, and how I went swimming and had a huge meal before going home, showering, and getting ready for bed. I woke up early for me the next morning, and since I couldn’t get back to sleep, I got up and got quite a bit done.
Today, I was soooooo lazy. I don’t understand it. The early part of the day was sunny, but when I finally got up and got out for my walk, it was windy and had cooled off.
But I don’t know why I was so tired this morning, and had additional naps.
And I got a bit done today, at least enough to feel more relaxed about the coming week, which is good.
YouTube is basically my television here. I don’t have a television, because the uni hasn’t provided one. But that’s okay.
So no, I haven’t seen Love Story, about JFK Jr. and Carolyn Bessette. I’m sort of interested in the story, but not really. I watched one of those “Watch Mojo” videos that compared the story to the actual details. I noticed a song playing. I recognized the tune, but wasn’t sure of the name or who sung it.
So I looked up the soundtrack to see if I could recognize the name of the song, or the group, hoping that would jar my memory. And it did. The tune I was looking for was “Name” by the Goo Goo Dolls. And yeah, I’d liked their stuff back in the day.
I just wanted to play a few seconds of it to see if it was the right song, because I knew if I played the whole thing, I’d probably burst into tears. I didn’t even get far. Someone had posted a really sad story as the topmost comment, and I burst into tears.
But I ended up listening to the whole song. I’ve seen many people refer to YouTube as the closest thing we’ll get to a time machine. I was surprised to see so many sad comments. Some people talked of dead relatives; one said her mother listened to this song and commented on how pretty it was, then she died. Another spoke of a brother who was deaf, and couldn’t deal with the bullying at school, and abuse from a father. He turned to booze and drugs to ease the pain, and yes, he died.
That being said, the song is a great one. But yeah, it’s hard to listen to that stuff. I think of where I was then, and the people who were in my life. I felt like I was an adult, but still a kid. My parents were alive, to catch me if I took a major step and fell. I published my own ‘zine. Scraped along on a journalism job that paid $5.05 after taxes. Resented having to work Saturday mornings to get a photo if something was going on. It was one thing to drive 45 minutes round trip for an eight-hour day, it was another thing to be exhausted from work knowing I didn’t even have my weekends free to have to go in and take a picture at an event.
What hurts, I think, is knowing how I was at the time, and looking into the future and wondering what would happen, vs. looking back now. I’ve done all right, compared to some people. But I’m still not where I’d like to be, and I’m no closer to accomplishing my goal that I had when I moved to China a little over seven years ago.
I just wish I hadn’t been so afraid.
I hate the people I went to school with that caused me to be fearful.
I miss my mom and dad, who were around back then.
I miss how my niece and nephew used to be. Back then, they thought Aunt Gloria was cool. They liked doing things with me, or so I thought.
Now, they don’t speak to me anymore. I haven’t heard from my nephew in years. Maybe even a whole decade.
I also miss the general attitude of the country. Things seemed good. There was employment if you needed/wanted it. People seemed happier; less uptight. Yeah, the president was fucking around with an intern, but even my mother was willing to overlook that because of the way things were.
And isn’t this line from “Name” so true: “And scars are souvenirs you never lose.”
I look at my knee surgery scar. It’s still there, after 53 years.
I’m not sure what the point of this post is. I think I get why people get nostalgic about stuff, the past, people.
But I feel like the 1990s were my golden years. Didn’t seem like it at the time, but they were.
And now, looking back, they really seem like they were.
So admin wants recordings of the oral exams I did back in January, nearly three months ago. I DID have them, but had to go looking for them. Turns out they were on an external hard drive I had. I didn’t want to burden my laptop with over 60 videos, so I moved them.
So of course, I about had a heart attack when I clicked on the folder that said IOE final videos and nothing was there. I remembered how I recorded them, and how much I worried I wouldn’t have an SD card big enough to hold them. I’d recorded them to my laptop, then moved them later. I also had the AOE final exams too, and I’ve copied those.
We had a meltdown with technology. A recording room was supposed to get all these, but the tech broke down. So we did what I’d done before: told the students to record the videos on their phones, then send them via WeChat. I remember painstakingly tranferring them from WeChat to computer.
But geez, this was not something I thought I’d have to deal with tonight after English corner. I thought they were all on my computer, until I remembered I moved them. Then, figure out which external hard drive had them.
WordPress reminded me it was my seven year anniversary today.
I’ve been in China a wee bit longer though.
I suppose I should make another Chinaversary video. Those are actually pretty easy to make. Collect some photos from the past year and set them to music.
Oh, and I also got my taxes done yesterday. Damn, I woke up early (for me) couldn’t get back to sleep, finally got out of bed and got stuff done. So weird, but nice after feeling sooooooo tiiiiiiiirrrrrrrrred for the past year or so.
Anyway, got done what I wanted to get done tonight, so now I can relax and enjoy what’s left of my THREE DAY WEEKEND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
And no, it’s not even a holiday. It’s just how my schedule worked out this semester.
Spoke with a former co-worker today. I feel a little bit better about things, but just a little. I’m kinda happy that I have a lot of time to take care of a situation that may not arise anyway. But that’s me, worrying endlessly.
I went swimming last night. The water was too cold, and the locker room was freezing, and the shower water wasn’t nearly hot enough, but I must have had a good night’s sleep. I stuffed myself at McDonalds, and no, I should NOT have done that, but I swam 24 laps and also got more than 10,000 steps in. The pool isn’t very far from my apartment, and there were maybe four other people in the pool. The weather has been warm and cold, warm and cold. The pool is in the basement, so no windows, but as the weather warms up, hoping the pool will, too. The big draw is hardly anyone using the facilities.
What’s weird is that I swear I went to this hotel last fall and asked if they sold pool memberships. They said no, but they also didn’t mention there was a gym in the basement of the hotel, WITH a swimming pool. This is part of the problem with living in China. I would have been THRILLED to find out there was a gym WITH pool in the basement. It could be that maybe I asked about the pool before the gym started up again. I’m thinking the gym that used to be there was the same one I was told about, when I walked up and down that block wondering where this gym was. My map said I was in the right place, but couldn’t find it. When I first moved here, that’s what I wanted. A nearby swimming pool. But maybe the gym closed, and they didn’t get it started back up again until last fall. And maybe I asked the front desk before the new gym management decided to take over.
But I’m happy the gym employee put a hang tag on my door advertising the gym, complete with his WeChat QR code. WeChat has a translation feature, so I got a tour of the gym, and also a free try at the swimming pool. I wired more money home this month than usual, which explains why my emergency fund keeps getting lower.
I told him I’d be back in April. I have no idea how much a pool membership costs, but swimming makes me happy. Not having to dodge people in the pool really makes me happy. And I didn’t see a little kid in sight, which means the pool will probably be cleaner. The water looked nice and clear last night.
I still wasn’t in a good mood last night, so I treated myself to McDonald’s, then chocolate after I walked home. I thought about doing some work, but I thought, “no.” I gave myself a break.
And it turned out to be a good move. I went to bed early (for me) and woke up before noon this morning, and actually thought I could start on getting some work done. Of the nine things on my list, I got four done. That’s amazing, especially for a Saturday morning/early afternoon. Usually, when I wake up early, I usually go back to sleep. But not this time. I watched mindless YouTube content, and never went back to sleep. Getting stuff done feels good.
The moon must be in a weird phase or something. I was told about a last-minute event an hour and 15 minutes from the start time. I told one of my students that I had other plans. This is the SECOND time I have told him to PLEASE let me know 48 hours in advance if something is going on. He apologized, but just reinforces my belief that no one listens to me.
I’m also a little suspicious that my co-worker didn’t tell me the event was going on tonight, as he and I usually preside over these events. We have each other’s WeChats and he saw me today.
He’s starting to act like a former friend of mine. In private, he’s civil, but in public, he goes out of his way to make me look dumb/stupid.
And it bugs me that my life in China hasn’t turned out the way I wanted it to. I have these plans, and these plans seem simple enough and feasible, but they never work out.
Felt a bit better today. It’s just hard not knowing. Depending on what I can get on my pension refund, that will let me know what I will do if I can’t find another job in China.
I feel like it took me years to get into the swing of things, and it’s over way too early. Or maybe it’s not going to be over as early as I think.
I’m just really upset that my plans in China haven’t worked out like I thought they would.
Or maybe I’m worrying for nothing. It certainly doesn’t help my stress level or blood pressure.
And nothing really bad happened! It’s messed up, but I think I was thinking about the pension fund they give to expats when they leave China. Unless I can convince someone to hire me once I hit 60, I’ll have to leave. And I would LOVE to stay in China for a few more years. I’ll teach little kids, I’ll teach adults, I’ll teach any age, really. I feel like I’m at a place where I am hitting my stride, and it terrifies me that I’ll have to leave in a year and a half.
I’m hoping that my current uni will keep me around. Or a nearby uni will hire me.
But I cried.
A good thing that happened today is that I found a gym with a swimming pool. The guy who works there put a door hanger on my apartment door, and I noticed there was someone swimming on it. His WeChat QR code was on there, so we chatted last night. Today, I went over to check it out, and the pool looked clean and not crowded at all. Best of all, the pool is within walking distance of my apartment. I’ve literally walked past the place dozens of times, but didn’t know it existed because it’s in the basement of a hotel.
But the guy showed me the pool and I took a look at the locker room, and I think I’ll go there either tomorrow or Friday because he said he’d give me a trial run/swim. I’m basically interested in swimming, as that’s my favorite form of exercise.
I haven’t been swimming for months, because it isn’t relaxing. I’ve been going to the Straits Olympic facility. The pool is crowded at all times of the day it seems, and I’ve either been sideswiped, or people swim up so fast behind me I end up accidentally kicking them in the face. It’s not the relaxing experience I want.
And since I have a bit of flexibility with my time during the week, I think I can fit in a Wednesday afternoon swim before going home after my morning classes.
So that was a good thing that happened. I hope that the membership fee isn’t too expensive.
But yeah, I have no idea of what sort of pension refund I’ll get. Expats are supposed to have a certain amount of their paycheck paid to the government, like social security tax in the states. Since I won’t be retiring here, I should get some money back. But if my employer hasn’t paid into it, then I won’t get much back. And when I went to the local social security office, they couldn’t find me. It could be that the delay was because my employer hadn’t paid me yet. I got some information for the city I spent the most time in, so maybe I can call, or someone can help me call and I can see if I’ll get anything back. But I’m thinking I’m too old; I was already too old when I arrived, and I won’t get zilch, except what I get from my current employer, which might be $56 a year. Times three is not very much.
I cried because it seems like nothing I do works. I had high hopes for saving a lot of money here in China, but that hasn’t worked out, and what’s worse, I don’t know why. It’s not like I showed up drunk, or hungover, or continually late to classes or anything like that.
I shouldn’t believe in such things, but it would be nice if I could have my astrology chart read, or an actual fortune teller who could tell me, “yeah, this isn’t going to change no matter what you do,” because then I could stop trying so hard to bring positive change to my life, and I could just say, “fuck it, nothing’s going to work, might as well have fun” and do all the irresponsible things I should have done as a teenager. Even then, I was Miss Goody Two Shoes, and I should have raised a LOT of hell instead of behaving. If there’s a chance that things might change for the better, I’ll keep trying. But if this is a no-win situation for the rest of my life, let me know NOW.
Tuesdays are my longest days. But it’s fine. The hard part is done, and it’s still early in the week.
Today, it was overcast. My midday nap came easily. During my last class, I looked out the window and saw it was raining. The rain turns the mountains hazy, they become a very light gray. It was a bright overcast; it actually seemed as though the clouds were about to let the sun shine through, but no.
Tuesdays are difficult, but satisfying. It’s very pleasant to climb on board the bus at the end of the day and be driven home. I could get home quicker if I took a Didi, but it’s very nice to relax on a bus. The rain had stopped, and despite a chock-full backpack, I walked home. Gotta get my steps in! I’m averaging nearly 10,000 steps a day, and I’m proud of that. Last week, I took a Didi home once the bus got back to campus. But I didn’t feel as tired today, and walking home was good.
But it’s my last week of sleeping late on Wednesday. My last two classes start next week. But after I’m done with those classes, I’m free to go home if I want. I love my work/life balance now.
I felt like I didn’t get much done today, but I did manage to go for a walk, grab lunch, go grocery shopping, finish some grading for a class, and prepare what I want to cover in my classes this week, PLUS I edited and uploaded a video.
But I don’t know what I expect since I sleep until noon on the weekends.
I’ve been averaging over 10,000 steps a day for the last seven days, which is good. But today I just didn’t feel like walking back with a grocery bag full of food. It was a little over $21 in USD, and that got me a bag of chicken breasts, 10 eggs, a big bag of Spanish peanuts, some celery, and cherry tomatoes.
I’ve not been eating well lately. I still want to lose 20 pounds, but I’m not sure how badly I want it.
My back has been bothering me, and I was concerned. A CT scan at the hospital (around $42 USD or so) revealed nothing serious, just age. But the doctor did point out that the spare tire I have around my waist wasn’t helping. A day or two ago, I grabbed my belly and held it, and it was surprisingly heavy. So I can understand why she suggested getting rid of my belly. So I’ve been doing some core exercises. But I really need to do more than that.
Anyway, the video has to do with marshmallows. I got to grill some the other day during a trip, and decided it was time to bring out the two packages of marshmallows I’ve had for months. One was “vanilla ice cream flavored” the other was “barbecue.” Both packages taste like your standard, off-white marshmallows.
I felt lazy so I grilled them in my living room. But I won’t explain why or how. You’ll need to see the video. Click here: https://youtu.be/7_V6luESmlY
Here are a few of my other videos. I think I’m getting a tad better at editing these things, but I’m realizing how much goes into making a video. Props to my favorite content creators for creating videos I come back to time and time again. You entertain me, plus you lull me to sleep a lot of nights. It’s not to say that your videos are boring; it’s like falling asleep to the television. You keep my mind from dwelling on stuff that keeps me from sleeping.
Hong Kong Disney as viewed by a cynic: I make fun of the commercialization of Disney, get humbled by one of the best roller coasters EVER, and experience a bit of joy courtesy of lasers, fireworks, and some tear-jerking music: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B69_gn2-V08&t=2s
So my back has been hurting pretty constantly for months now. Sometimes the pain is worse, sometimes it’s better. Today I went to the hospital to see what was going on.
A CT scan was suggested, and it cost me around $39.20. And yes, it was a real scanning machine made by GE. Something up with my lumbar disks. Pretty common in people my age. So I started doing some exercises tonight, and will probably increase those reps frequently. I’ll also throw in some yoga.
It was also suggested I do something about my big, saggy stomach. It’s going to be difficult, because I love carbs so much. But I have no one to blame but myself. I KNOW what I should be eating, and I know that I have those ketone strips so I can see if my body is burning fat or not.
But at least I know what this back pain is. So I’ve joined the club.
I didn’t know I’d ordered three small bottles of Dawn dishwashing detergent in addition to the two and a half liter one that came yesterday. The three smaller bottles came today. I gave one to my next door neighbor.
I get super tired on Tuesdays because it’s an all day thing, and I’m not used to working full days, but today went really well. Didn’t eat so well for supper, but whatever. I have to come to terms I may never lose this “last” twenty pounds.
But I’d like to. I just don’t know how hard I’m willing to work for it.
The clutter in my apartment is really starting to piss me off. I’ve ALWAYS had a problem with clutter and it makes me so mad. I tried to find some papers tonight, and I looked in all the logical places, but I couldn’t find them. I have updated replacements I can print out, but still.
It’s frustrating. I don’t know how to make it stop. It’s not like I even go out shopping for junk anymore. The bulk of my money is spent on food, transportation, utilities, and medicine. I haven’t bought new clothes in almost two years. I haven’t bought new shoes in a year and a half. I buy magazines maybe once a year. I can’t remember the last time I bought an actual, real physical book. I think it might have been in 2024.
Anyway, that’s today’s gripe. Junk, junk, junk, junk, and clutter all over the fucking place.
We had another beautiful day today, but I underdressed. I wasn’t wearing a jacket, and so I was cold.
I had to do a wire transfer back home, and sitting in the bank for two and a half hours was hard, because it was cold. I was also very sleepy.
McDonald’s was a bit warmer, but not nearly enough.
I got to school and in my office, the windows were open. I managed to close one, but there were stacks of junk between me and the back window, so that one stayed open. But I fired up the giant space heater/air conditioner. It became bearable.
I also went to class, and that was cold too. And frustrating. The technology in there is a bit complicated, and asking for someone to come and help soaked up more time than I anticipated. So the in-class assignment became homework.
The teacher’s union I belong to usually sponsors two trips a year, usually to a historical site. I love these trips, because I get to see areas I wouldn’t normally find out about, and there’s history involved.
Today we went to Linpu Village. It played a part in the Civil War. And the descendents of the rulers were named Lin and Chen. It had a school, and what looked like a combination temple and performance area.
It was in a park-like area, and right beside a river. We had beautiful weather.
One of Fuzhou’s many bridges.
They rebuilt a temporary palace for the rulers, and we got to wander around inside for a bit. One element I like about the palaces, or at least the bigger houses in Fujian, is that they are sort of open air, but only in parts of the house. There will be little courtyards in the center of some rooms, but on the sides of the rooms, there will be a covered passageway. So even though it might be raining, you can get from one side of the house to the other without getting wet. They had little courtyards like this, and one had a pond complete with koi fish and a little bridge.
Pond, with the footbridge at the top of the photo.
We then had dinner at a village not very far from Linpu village. The food was great, just dish upon dish of various things, like orange chicken/pork, cucumber fish, four types of soup, and fruit. Also rice, of course.
Remnants of a good meal.
After, we went back to campus, and someone invited me to play table tennis. I hadn’t held a racquet in my hand for years, but they paired me up with someone, and after a very little while, felt like I could actually hit the ball. We had several volleys which lasted several seconds, so I didn’t feel like a complete klutz.
Ceiling where the temporary palace is.The higher the threshold, the more worthy you are.I knew these weren’t roses, but one of my colleagues said it was a camellia. They grow on bush-like small trees.
But at least I felt like getting out there and getting some stuff done. Haven’t felt that way in a long time, so getting out on such a beautiful day felt good. Taking a trip tomorrow, and looking forward to it.
Got through the longest, toughest day of the week today. Even felt energized enough to go to Ikea, but didn’t realize they closed at nine. Yes, I was that asshole leisurely walking through a super quiet store, thinking I had plenty of time to check out the Circular Market.
Today was one of those surprise days. I didn’t expect to go out, but I did. Two of my colleagues wanted to take me to Three Lanes, Seven Alleys, which is a cultural and historical place in the middle of town.
It was a nice day weather wise. We went to the chocolate museum, and since I’d been there before, I wanted to go to their store to see if they had any chocolate-covered raisins. They are tasting very good to me at the moment, and they are sort of hard to get in China. You can’t just walk into the store and buy them.
So I got some, and that’s all I had planned to buy… but, it’s that kind of place where they have all sorts of really cool stuff. My colleagues took me to a cork-carving store. There are hundreds of examples of these carvings that you can buy. Some are very simple, some are really big and detailed. But I never would have imagined cork, of all things.
I’m doing my best to save money. There’s a LOT of really cool things here in China, but I’m trying to control myself. However, I saw these little coin purses. I’m a handbag freak (they had handbags there too). I may have to go back and get one. But I figured at 35 RMB, I could afford it. That’s only $4.90 USD. It seems sturdy and has enough room for several credit cards, cash and coins.
Then we walked around some more and stopped for snacks, then we all went to the teacher’s canteen on campus and ate. I insisted we have Sweet and Sour Pork as one of the dishes. It was excellent!
So what would have been another Saturday probably spent at home, I got out and socialized a bit, and that was good. As well as needed.
My banana clips came! I’ve been looking for these for YEARS here in China. But the only thing I could find was this.
See that puny thing on the right? For years, that’s what I had to deal with.
The piece of crap on the right just doesn’t do it. It has a flimsy clasp, and you can barely open it. I suppose this would work for a five-year-old, with wispy thin hair, but not for me.
It took me years to find one, but the one on the left is the old school, Goody-style banana clip. So named because they curve like a banana, I relied on these as a teen to keep my super thick mane of hair out of the way. Slightly fancier than a ponytail, they gave a literal mane-like look, or a Mohawk replica. I was horse-crazy at the time, so these were okay with me.
I wore it for the first time today and I’m thrilled. After my haircut January 2025 that made me look like a fat lesbian, I’m so glad to have longer hair again. I’m never getting it cut again in China by a professional. I’ll stick with my own handiwork, which served me well for years. And the next time I think I want to change my hair, I’ll just say, “no you don’t.”
I’ll wait until I’m in the capable hands of Kara Bush, stylist at Ulta Northcrest, Fort Wayne, Indiana. She’s a curly girl who knows how to work with curly hair.
So I finally got to go to Panda World today. It had been closed for renovations for several months. On one of my last vacation days, I went, but didn’t know I had to reserve in advance. So since I don’t have classes on Wednesdays for another four weeks, I went today.
At least it wasn’t raining. I wore double layers on my bottom, and triple layers up top, because for some reason I didn’t want to be burdened with a coat. I chose wisely, as Panda World is built into the side of a mountain and you are either climbing up ramps or steps. So, not wheelchair-friendly. But the way the park is designed, you get the sensation you are among the trees, literally. Kind of appropriate, seeing as that the park is all about pandas.
Ai Lun having a snack.
I was a bit reserved about going here because there are some terrible reviews on Trip Advisor. Claims of kangaroo abuse (?) and pictures of bricks on the ground with kangaroos laying alongside, supposedly knocked out. But what I saw of the enclosures today showed clean environments. Not much was shaking; as it was an overcast, cool day, but I got rewarded with footage of a panda taking a dump.
This panda is pooping, but it’s not the same one I got footage of. I thought this was both funny and in poor taste, so I got a shot of it.
The giant pandas themselves had spacious living areas that mimicked their natural environment. Plus, each of them had a place they could roam around outside. I never realized how solitary these bears are. I think there are around five giant pandas, and each of them had an indoor area, as well as an outdoor area.
Along with actual animals were indoor exhibits, a museum, several cafes, a decent children’s playground, plenty of places to sit, and also an outdoor theater of sorts, where there are probably demonstrations done.
I’d seen just about everything I wanted to, but the indoor Red Panda exhibit remained elusive. Well, I thought, maybe it was closed. I’d walked back and forth between two signs that supposedly pointed the way to the Red Panda indoor habitat, but couldn’t find it. After I’d ask four people where it was, a volunteer with pretty good English helped me. I pointed out the contradictory signs that indicated the Red Panda indoor habitat was either down hundreds of steps, or along a path behind a huge building.
It was the volunteer’s first day, so he didn’t know where things were either. However, after he convinced me to go down the giant cascade of steps yet again, after the first flight of six steps or so, he turned left and pointed. Sure enough, it said, “Red Panda Indoor Habitat.” Okay fine. But where was the fucking sign that said to TURN LEFT after that first short flight of stairs?
The elusive Chinese Red Panda Indoor Habitat. Just remember, it is in the BACK of the museum, to your LEFT. If you go right down the hundreds of steps, you’re going the wrong way. Also, if you don’t see a somewhat shitty apartment building across the street, you’re in the wrong place.
Nowhere, of course. And there was a convenient pole (holding a surveillance camera, of course) that would have been the perfect spot. Because when a sign points you in one direction to seek something out, why would you look over your shoulder on a steep flight of stairs in the OTHER direction?
This lack of courtesy on the park’s behalf cost me about 45 minutes worth of walking back and forth, wondering if I had lost my mind. Even looking at the park map hadn’t helped.
But I found what I’d been looking for. But because Murphy never sleeps, I found the exhibit, with not a Red Panda in sight.
Then, just like that, a little Red Panda came out of his little cottage in the corner and got up on some of his playground equipment, and crossed a log in front of the huge window, only to disappear into a corner. But at least I got to see a live one after all my walking.
I’m glad I got to go. Panda World is definitely worth a visit. I learned a few things (they live solo, only getting together to hook up, then they split again) panda conservation started around 1869, and there used to be 2,400 pandas in the world, but dipped to less than half that in a very short period of time.
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