These are things, at the faintest, that I can remember of my summers in Taiwan at the age of 6 or 7. We are spending the day with my aunt, who is married to my father's brother. I remember an apartment building where we eat a sweet gelatin drink that has a lemon flavor. My cousin and I buy matching Felix the Cat swimsuits. At the beach, we have to wear swimming caps. I only remember this because of photographs. Later, auntie takes us to her family's house, where the grass is very green and we eat tapioca pearls. In chinese, they are nicknamed frog eggs and since these are a bit undercooked - or overcooked, you can taste the powdery center, and I believe I have eaten real frog eggs! It makes me sad, since my mother's father always had a bunch of frog eggs in his pond and fountain that grow into tadpoles we try to catch with our squirmy little hands in Buena Park, California.
Another time, we spend the day at hot baths in the mountains. Megan, Wunyieh, and I are sitting in the bathtub. Megan is little, and too young to swim. My mother was watching over us, playing in the bath and she steps up to leave as my grandmother says she will watch us. Then she leaves, and my mother comes in again. She asks me, "Where did Megan go?". I remember telling her "She went to look at the fish". Megan was actually underwater, and almost drowned that day. On the drive back to Pittsburgh, my mother recounts the story to me again, and this time I realize how scared she was.
And there I was, talking about the fish.
This morning over breakfast, listened to the Cranberries greatest hits.
Had a dream, can't remember it. This blows, considering one of my summer goals is to not only find a job, but also to record my dreams everysingleday. I believe that my dreams are channeling secret meanings of life, or my personal fears (such as destroying a commune of well-meaning hippies by letting it rot to disease and debris - yes, it's true)
I was born on March 9, a day which celebrates the creation of Barbie in 1959 and the birth of American rapper Bow Wow (1987). Ronald Reagan is president, and my parents are currently residing in New Jersey, in the basement of a local priest's home. My father is working on his residency at New York University. I kick and refuse for 8 hours to exit the womb. When I arrive, I'm 8 pounds and my mother saves the bit of umbilical cord attached to my belly button and they christen me Michelle, which I will later say refers to my love for Full House.
Dream:
We are going on an amusement park ride. It is the choice between the log fumes and the rocket ship that is like the log ride, but in space sans water. We get in line for the logs, but realize we are actually going to the space ride (rocket ship) instead. The line is not as long, but we have to keep going up escalators, and I wonder when we will actually get to the ride. I'm with fragments of my family and someone else's family. I offer to carry their stroller with the baby in it and I'm amazed when I can carry it on the escalator but when I get on the next escalator, the baby is gone and the stroller is empty. We just keep going up, and then I woke up. We never went to space.
Thoughts:
Applied for a job at the creperie, peut-etre my experience in France eating the best crepes ever will help, ha!
the grocery store is so big!
