It’s the Year of The Metal Ox. This ox seems to be a Mahjong Ox. In 2018, by sheer great luck and nothing else, I ended up in a hotel on Sidney Harbour during Chinese New Year. It was splendid. 2018 was the Year of The Dog. But the other 11 animals were still represented. People seemed to take selfies in front of “their” animal. I am a monkey. Does that surprise anyone?
Gratitude
Once again, grateful that I didn’t put off any of the adventures that I went on since Carlton died. Carpe Diem kids Carpe Diem.
I am celebrating the New Year by ordering from our “special” takeout menu. And, Alexa just reminded me that I have to go pick it up. It still comes in green plastic boxes in green plastic bags. So, I must wander downstairs and get my scallops.
Coffee Rubbed Scallops. Served with Butternut Squash Risotto & Broccoli. Served in green plastic box. Everything tastes better when properly plated.
I dined in the living room this evening. I think of my one room as a great variety of rooms. The kitchen, the landing zone, the living room, the dining room, the office, the library, the bedroom, the bathroom (actual room), and the dressing room (AKA closet). Oh and the yoga studio. At this instant, I am having after-dinner coffee in the library.
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