The Chinese New Year is
absurdly significant to me. I love turning the leaf, reckoning a new
year; and of feasts movable and immovable, I favor the movable. I
used to live next to Seattle's “Chinatown”, the ID, and I have
pungent memories of firecracker holiday hubbub. Dragons dancing.
Street food, calling extra rats. I feel some sort of cosmic hum at
the exchange of red envelopes around good ol' bloody ol' St
Valentine's Day. January is mostly dead, but February starts to
quicken.
This is the time to live. Again.
Tons of Caucasians love
to discuss their Chinese Zodiac signs while breaking fortune cookies.
I can tell you the sign of
most of my relations. There is soon to be one more.
Archer Dog
and
Scaley Ox
To Have
and
To Hold
Baby Sheep:
and
Scaley Ox
To Have
and
To Hold
Baby Sheep:
Announcing the Gestation of Crabby Lambykins
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EDD 11 July 2015
