I wish I'm a smoker

I wish I'm a smoker

Sometimes I do.  Every couple of hours they head out the back door for a smoke break.  Breathing the fresh air, hanging out with coworkers, sometimes strangers. I am wondering if the benefit of taking frequent breaks and socializing outweighs the harm caused by cigarettes.  Anyway they seems to be happy when they are outside.  Shall I join them?  If I join them, then I might as well smoke myself, cause the second smoke is several times worse than first-hand smoke.     

Victor is back after two months in Sh...

Victor is back

I took yesterday off to pick Victor and my in-laws from the
San Francisco airport.  They are
arriving from Shanghai, where they spent last two months. Yang is away in the
breadloaf writer’s conference, so I’m fully responsible for the next week to
get they started.

Before heading to San Francisco, I need to drive my parents
to San Jose.  They spent the last
time months living with us, caring for Yang, Oliver and me.  It’s difficult to see them
leaving.  I don’t know when they
can spend time with us again.  The
Friday morning traffic was light but still there are places that were stop and
go.  At around 10:15, we arrived at
the San Jose train station.  They
took the 86 bus.

I arrived at the airport early and had to park the car in
the garage.  By the time I got to
the International arrival place, they were just heading out from the secured
area and I watched them from the monitor above.  Perfect timing!

They had three luggage carts.  Victor was pushing one of them.  He seems to grow taller a bit and more skinny. 

It’s a struggle to get all three people’s luggage into my Acura
TL. We had to leave the trunk door open and tight it with rope.  My car was packed, solidly.

My Mom cooked the meal before leaving.  So by the time we got home, the rice
was still warm and we are ready to have lunch.