8-29-14
We are flying
somewhere over the Northwest Passage on the Arctic route to Taipei over the
North Pole. We've been flying for about two hours. I am cleaning myself out
getting rid of America from my mind. The "greatest city in the world"
isn't New York for all the things you must get around to go where you are
going. Everything is broken there and may be fixed one day, but not yet. The
subways are slow and as unreliable as ever. The streets are littered with trash
despite garbage cans on the corners. Most people are broken, too; unfriendly
with chips on their shoulders. They know New York has been fucked over by
politicians and billionaires but they're in a daze about how to fix it; it is
broken beyond repair. I feel like I escaped from New York with only a few flesh
wounds; not bad considering death was a possibility. I am glad to get out of the city.
We arrived in Taiwan around 5:30 am but didn’t get home until
noon; we had to wait over two hours for Leona’s brother to have enough daylight
to drive and pick us up, then we had to drive the 2 1/2 hours back to Taichung.
The house was dusty and the floors were a mess with cat hair,
litter, and soil from a plant Latte overturned in the patio. Before we could do
anything, we cleaned the house. I vacuumed and washed the floors, five buckets
of dirty water from the patio alone. My t-shirt was drenched with sweat. I took
a shower and lied down in the air-conditioned bedroom. I took a nap for three
hours. Leona is taking a nap now.
Leona fixed the many strands Latte loosened from the sofa after getting
underneath the drop cloth we covered it with. The fish bowl sculpture was
upside down on the pedestal and slightly bent; Latte had knocked it over and
Yun-Shen picked it up. The head feather on the Kachina on the fireplace mantel
was almost bare with Latte’s attention. Nala seems to have lost a little weight
for some reason. It is nice to see the two cats again.
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