As we close out the last of the LNR holidays, one bright note, in my area of Taipei anyway, was distinctly less firecracker noise. I heard it only a couple of times over the whole time, and those in the far distance, until today when somebody set off a big volley of them. I suspect more will follow tomorrow morning when things rev up again but that’s to be expected.
Hope everybody had a good holiday and enjoy this last tail end of it. Cheers!
The nine days over LNY are the only time I can completely relax. Sleeping 8-9 hours every night the last few days was just heaven. Well, all good things…
Back to work. Still have a family to raise, many life lessons to learn, and pr’s in the pool to break.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
I am not usually fond of riding my bike through Taipei’s cold winter rain. However today is National Bonfire Day, with flickering embers of burning luckeymoney or something like that nipping at my heels on all major roads. The rain, I noticed, does help to stop these smouldering urban bonfire embers from lighting this cyclist on fire. Glass half full!
Ah, yes but thanks for providing the full text for those who might not recognize it.
Both beautiful writing and your reference to it, particularly at that moment at the end of the day on the last of a deliciously long holiday when many of us were preparing to head back to the salt mines to do the hard work of life and often caring for families (I believe you have referenced having children in the past here, though I could be wrong). There’s nobleness to it.
I’ve always admired that Frost poem. It’s related to another of my favorites that speaks to everyday duties performed for loved ones. Since this thread will probably run out of gas soon I’ll take up some space and post it here:
Those Winter Sundays
Sundays too my father got up early
and put his clothes on in the blueblack cold,
then with cracked hands that ached
from labor in the weekday weather made
banked fires blaze. No one ever thanked him.
I’d wake and hear the cold splintering, breaking.
When the rooms were warm, he’d call,
and slowly I would rise and dress,
fearing the chronic angers of that house,
Speaking indifferently to him,
who had driven out the cold
and polished my good shoes as well.
What did I know, what did I know
of love’s austere and lonely offices?
Is today a special day on the lunar calendar ? I’ve heard 10 times more firecrackers this morning, and particularly in the last hour, than I did over the whole Lunar New Year period!
Just guessing it is today, based on the inordinate amount of firecrackers I’m hearing. I half expect to see an offerings table and ghost money blazing away when I leave my apartment building.