In some sort of weird cosmic karma I have been surrounded most of my adult life with people who love to listen to the Grateful Dead. To be kind I'll just say Jerry and I just have never seen eye to eye. Ok, truth is, I hate 'em. Yet my best girlfriends in college (and to this day) and my husband all faithfully listen to this "music" which seems to me to drone on and on with no real point. Take the song Fire on the Mountain. This song must last an hour and 40 minutes or so compared to the sane 3 minute duration of most pieces of music. Well, today I found that my daughter is also into to Jerry. How can it be??? While driving the city running errands and trying to keep a child from fits of crying my husband put on this song and low and behold the crying stopped, hands started dancing in front of her face and her toes were a tapping. Oh tell me no I said! Now T has an excuse to play this music at free will in the hopes of soothing a baby. How can I complain? Argh!
Jia was truly an angel today which was music to the mom's ears and poor aching back. The insanely long travel day began with me pulling my back out while in HK. This hasn't happened in over 2 years and it is agony. Add to that my fear of flying, a screaming baby, various joys of being female and I was pretty close to losing it as the 16 hour flight got underway. My mother, always with sound words of advice, just sternly said "HOLD IT TOGETHER". Oddly, it worked! So while I'll honestly say to anyone contemplating a trip to China that it is very, very long and pretty daggone miserable, it is doable once every few years I suppose. Maybe every few decades. I'll leave you with a few pictures of Jia and scenes from what our once adult house now looks like.
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