Green is definitely lacking over here today. The hill is brown. The dust is brown. The lawns are black or brown (depending on if the workers have burned your yard yet). The buildings are gray and brown. The construction scaffolds are orange or brown. And the tree wraps are--you guessed it--red, white and blue.
You'd think the Chinese would have a little more respect for the man who brought Christianity to Ireland. ;-)
Being Protestant, I wanted to wear an orange shirt along with my green pants today (being ecuminical isn't always bad). However, Siberia decided to howl back into town overnight. Since I don't have a sweater to match my orange shirt, I figured I'd just have to run the risk of offending my Free Pres friends. So today I'm wearing my long-sleeve, dark green polo shirt along with khaki pants. And my big green winter coat. And carrying a green plastic bottle that used to hold green tea (but now holds water). For those who care to know, neither my socks nor my underwear are green today. I guess my shoes are kind of orange.
Last week several of the teachers were talking about going bungee jumping at the biggest city park in celebration of the day. How diving from a way-too-tall platform with a stretchy cord wrapped around your ankles reflects the character of the day is beyond me. Maybe it has to do with faith. And based on what I've seen of the construction and safety standards throughout the city, you'd need a lot of faith to go bungee jumping in China.
While part of my character is to unexpectedly do things that seem out of character for me, I've pretty firmly decided that bungee jumping is a little to extreme. (So no worries, Mom.)
Of course, if it warms up and the wind dies down that might be another story.
Posted by at March 17, 2004 8:20 AM