The little ladies and I went on a sanity adventure this morning. That is, it was getting out of the house for the sake of our sanity. Sometimes, a mom just has to do that!
Over the last few days, unfortunate and possibly awful things have gone down with some of our fellow laborers, and Matt had a lot to do… I have been feeling sorry for myself, ‘cause I JUST WANT TO GO HOME TO AMERICA! And Zoe and Esther are wearing me out! And… blah blah blah.
In the light of these other things going on, you’d THINK I would be all super duper spiritual, and be thankful, and content, and more like Pollyanna. You’d THINK I would be so happy that I get to go visit America soon, I would shut up and enjoy my last days at “home” before we go! But I am ashamed to say, I haven’t been. Boo, Hallie!
All that said, this is a good day to say a couple of positive things about China.
The guy who delivers our water is really kind. He puts up with my bumbling attempts at speaking to him, and follows my pointing finger to where I want him to put the big water jugs. He always carefully slides paper slippers over his shoes before he comes in, even though he is only going into my nasty kitchen. I am sure he leaves with more dirt than he brings in.
Our tailor. A brilliant man. I seriously wish we could get him a modern sewing machine. He works magic with his, don’t get me wrong, but a guys like him deserves a machine that was made in the last 20 years.
This is why he rocks. When I ask him to hem a pair of pants, he uses, wait for it, THE SAME COLOR OF THREAD AS THE REST OF THE GARMENT HAS!!!! I KNOW, CRAZY!!! If you are trying on a Chinese style shirt, and it is too big, and you pull the fabric in to show him how much smaller it needs to be, he TOTALLY figures out what you mean. And then measures, and does it. No Chinese words necessary.
The only problem is how exspensive he is. Matt’s jeans, that he has been wearing at 5 inches too long for the last 2 year cost 50 cents to get hemmed. I know. A total rip off.