White and furry

Meet my new friends: blue eyed Yoyo, brown eyed Mojo, or perhaps it is the other way around. They are uber furry white cats and they like me very much. I like them too, except when the scratch at the couch I am sleeping on at 4 am.

April has a Chinese boyfriend, his name is Da You, or Yong, or Yao, or something thereabout. Anyway, last night he came home before April because April had a meeting and we chatted about the US, he has many questions. Here in China he is a personal trainer at a gym so we discussed gyms in the US and my ACL/ knee and my subsequent workout. We discussed Arnold, steroids, the cost of living in NYC versus Beijing. I introduced him to the Rolling Stones, and he wanted to know about American weddings. I introduced him to Bachelor parties, what the bride’s parents pay for, what people do at weddings. I was impressed I could have such a lengthy discussion in Chinese [with the aid of my dictionary for words like ‘tendon’].

The courtyard the this apt looks onto fills with old people and little dogs around mid day. They bark a lot. Well anything to shoo away the Chinaman walking around in his long underwear. It’s warming up here, maybe. My birthday is coming up, maybe I’ll get a job as my present.