So Tired
I am very tired now, in the full sense of the term; I am suffering from a lack of sleep. Having slept at midnight this morning because of a late cell group meeting and gambling sans money, I woke up at 8:30 this morning hardly refreshed. Having been on my feet since 9 this morning till now hasn’t helped one tiny, little, whit.
I have been listening to discussions about the trip to Beijing and Harbin, and am now very pessimistic about my chances of getting a rest while on holiday. The temperatures—I have already told you about them, so I shan’t bother you with redundancy—gangrene is reputed to result from entering a warm room directly from the outdoors; ice and snow are warmer than the air; we are supposed to wake at 6:30 every morning and sleep at 10; and we shall have to walk nearly everywhere! It all sounds quite chillingly un-restful and exhausting. Wonderful holiday, this.
I should, of course, be preparing to rest by now, as I have a full day of church to look forward to tomorrow—3 services, of which one is Chinese and two English—and lots of walking tomorrow. And I have to plan the carols to be sung to my father’s colleagues on Tuesday. For without obtaining prior permission or even asking our opinions, he told his office that we would sing carols to them on Tuesday! We get a free lunch—small comfort—but I detest performing in public. Attending concerts is well and fine; playing before friends, very well; but to sing English carols to a predominantly Chinese audience, none of whom is known—well! Like a well-known simian arch-villain, I can only growl—curses!
At least it’s now possible for me to go the Fuzhou Road. I plan to go on Monday, armed with a little map so I don’t get lost. After all, I only need to know the way to and from the subway and the bookstore. Beyond that, it’s simpler than falling off a perfectly cylindrical, slippery, moss-covered log. I shall need some money, certainly, but that shouldn’t be too much of a problem. I only hope all turns out as expected, because I want to get my shopping done ASAP (another Choleric characteristic, according to online sources; Choleric are supposed to hate shopping for hours on end. But then how comes my enjoyment of haggling?).
And I’ll need to go shopping, for sure; I haven’t thick enough clothing to feasibly withstand the cold weather and freezing air of Beijing and/or Harbin; my shoes, which were bought only last year, are falling to pieces although they’re branded; and I want head protection (ears must be shielded from cold, according to all with personal experience, or else serious injury may occur). But where does one get size 11 ½ walking shoes in the Big S?
I have been listening to discussions about the trip to Beijing and Harbin, and am now very pessimistic about my chances of getting a rest while on holiday. The temperatures—I have already told you about them, so I shan’t bother you with redundancy—gangrene is reputed to result from entering a warm room directly from the outdoors; ice and snow are warmer than the air; we are supposed to wake at 6:30 every morning and sleep at 10; and we shall have to walk nearly everywhere! It all sounds quite chillingly un-restful and exhausting. Wonderful holiday, this.
I should, of course, be preparing to rest by now, as I have a full day of church to look forward to tomorrow—3 services, of which one is Chinese and two English—and lots of walking tomorrow. And I have to plan the carols to be sung to my father’s colleagues on Tuesday. For without obtaining prior permission or even asking our opinions, he told his office that we would sing carols to them on Tuesday! We get a free lunch—small comfort—but I detest performing in public. Attending concerts is well and fine; playing before friends, very well; but to sing English carols to a predominantly Chinese audience, none of whom is known—well! Like a well-known simian arch-villain, I can only growl—curses!
At least it’s now possible for me to go the Fuzhou Road. I plan to go on Monday, armed with a little map so I don’t get lost. After all, I only need to know the way to and from the subway and the bookstore. Beyond that, it’s simpler than falling off a perfectly cylindrical, slippery, moss-covered log. I shall need some money, certainly, but that shouldn’t be too much of a problem. I only hope all turns out as expected, because I want to get my shopping done ASAP (another Choleric characteristic, according to online sources; Choleric are supposed to hate shopping for hours on end. But then how comes my enjoyment of haggling?).
And I’ll need to go shopping, for sure; I haven’t thick enough clothing to feasibly withstand the cold weather and freezing air of Beijing and/or Harbin; my shoes, which were bought only last year, are falling to pieces although they’re branded; and I want head protection (ears must be shielded from cold, according to all with personal experience, or else serious injury may occur). But where does one get size 11 ½ walking shoes in the Big S?
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