My Hong Kong Identity Card lists my occupation as "housewife." And, well, I guess it's true. This morning I ironed my husband's shirt, then asked him for money to go to the grocery store.
Later I'm going to do laundry and then do some knitting - maybe a nice scarf. Or a noose.
But I'm not all alone here. I’ve made good friends with the lady who disinfects the elevators in our building (yes, they’re disinfected three times a day). She doesn’t speak English and everything she says to me sounds like “hai!”, and of course I don’t speak Cantonese, and I’m pretty sure everything I say to her sounds like “blarbul,” but oh, we have a good time. Our typical interaction goes something like this:
Me: Blarbul! [waves]
Elevator Lady: Hai! [waves back]
Me: Blarbul blarbul blarb.
Elevator Lady: Hai! Hai hai hai, hai hai. Hai!
[Much laughter]
Me: Blarbul, blarb!
Elevator Lady: Hai!
It’s really nice to have someone to talk to when you’re in a strange place.
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