Wishing you all a most prosperous lunar New Year of the Golden Pig.
Already finished the banquet with about 20 excellent dishes, the bambinas are hyper, relatives are digesting on the sofas and watching TV, I have a load of brownies in the oven, and the sound of exploding fireworks is already noticeable with 3 hours to go before armegeddon. Seriously, I can hear the distinct and almost continuous sound of firecrackers going off in my neighborhood now.
There is a dull roar of distant fireworks, and as I type this my neighbor is starting to fire off rockets. Said neighbor lives in a mansion built in 1946, is a property developer, and certainly subscribes to the general Chinese belief that the more fireworks one blows off over the next 2 weeks (but especially at midnight tonight), the more prosperous the year of the pig will be.
Come midnight, there will be a roar of explosions that will go on continuously for at least 30 minutes accompanied by a thick cloud of gun powder. It will be loud for at least a few hours.
The Chinettes are 26 months now, so maybe next year I’ll be able to buy my fair share of the fireworks and blast them off out in the driveway.
My favorite is a big ass cardboard box with 12 rockets that shoot up 20 stories and then explode. Ya light that sucker and run for cover. Alas, with the rug rats, I have had to curtail my pyrotechnic proclivities and play the calm parental unit instead. This is about my 20th Chinese New Year, and ya know what, it’s still about as good as it gets.
Gong Xi Fa Cai!!! 恭喜发财!!!


