Serious Thoughts 51/366
Is he pondering the US international human rights obligations to provide medical treatment to pretrial detainees (in the context of the inhuman treatment of occupy demonstrators detailed in Santa Rita Jail; He’d be mad if I left the context out) or is he thinking about what to have for breakfast tomorrow.
‘cause you’d see the same face.
Living with the Boys 47/366
Since Taro joined the family, we’ve always had random dog toys around. From time to time, I’d step on half a bone or find a sock under the couch.
When Kai comes home, Taro gets excited, grabs the toy that’s closest to him and takes it with him to the door. That’s how that orange ball ended downstairs. The bones and socks lying around? That’s just boys being boys.
It’s my last day with the organization. Coworkers got me these flowers. They smell heavenly. We also went out for lunch. I couldn’t have asked anything more.
I’m pretty bad at handling warm and fuzzy emotion, either expressing or receiving it. In general, I can rationale why people get warm and fuzzy. At the same time, I feel that I need to match that level of emotionality, which doesn’t come natural to me. (Today wasn’t one of those occasions.)
I think it’s partially because being emotional is considered a weakness in Chinese culture. But sometimes, I suspect that my body just isn’t producing adequate hormone for me to be uncontrollably emotional. So if I ever act like a frigid asshole, you understand it’s a deficiency of mine.
5/366 Looking up From the Dog Park
Taro takes Kai here twice everyday. It’s shady in summer and sunlit in winter. If you are lucky, it’s lit at night as well. Sitting on the bench in the park, you can smell families’ barbecue and see kids’ ball game. Probably the best substitute for a backyard.
Everyday, Kai picks up Taro’s and some other dogs’ poop. The park still gets dirty and smelly from time to time, but we try to enjoy what we can get. If you look up, there is the most qualifying ‘winter’ tree in Tempe.