July 6, 2005
Eh! Tomatoes!
Today I picked the two first tomatoes of my garden. They are not quite ripe yet, but I just couldn’t wait any longer. I’ve been watching my garden very carefully and closely, since last years' harvest was totally ruined by a rat. I planted organic heirloom tomatoes and when they were all big and juice, the rat simply eat them all. It was disgusting. So this year I was very thrifty planting my garden, for I wasn’t ready for another disappointment. However, I’m no fool, and have had my pest control service refill the rodent trap every two months. I’m up to kill all them pests, and thus eat my wonderful tomatoes!
July 5, 2005
how lovely
.. to receive a letter from a dear friend!
Even though the internet has brought people closer, shortening distances, and become so indispensable, there is nothing like the old fashioned way of corresponding - using paper, envelopes, pen, and a stamp; sending, waiting, receiving, tearing the paper, and saving the precious content forever and ever in bags and boxes.
July 4, 2005
the ball game
After seeing so many movies where the game was the main character or the main character was in the game, finally I had a chance to go see it in real life.
For a no-fan of sports like me, it could be a boring evening. Enduring three to four hours of watching players standing at the corner of a field, waiting, waiting, and some times hitting a small ball. Also, for someone who grew up seeing everybody go crazy over twenty two men running back and forth in a rectangular field, the scarce number of players standing in that square could be intriguing and bewildering.
However, my first attendance to a baseball game was a blast! I was invited by a friend to join him and other friends in a suite. It was great fun, sitting in the sofas and socializing, eating, walking around taking pictures, and sometimes looking at the game. I had to ask some important and profound questions, like who is the team dressed in white [The Sacramento River Cats] and the one in red [The Salt Lake Stingers], as well as if there was not any intermission, or if was it close to be over, and why they were just standing there, waiting. My questions were answered with kindness and tolerance, and I felt very happy to be able to experience the most American game of them all.
