I know it’s actually Day 3, but I’m writing about yesterday.
The smog yesterday was the same level as the day before (See Smog day 1). The school stayed empty and barren. As a family we stayed at home and played. We watched 2 different Charlie Brown Christmas Specials (1960’s and 1990’s). The kids received homework assignments from their teachers by WeChat. Unfortunately they couldn’t do it.
One assignment was to help mom and day with household chores, and take pictures of it. Well living in a dormitory, and the simple household chores we do here last a whole 20 seconds at a time, so by time we get the camera out, the kids are done. We cannot vacuum, sweeping is only needed for a short distance. And laundry was done the day before. A lot of parents posted pictures of the kids washing their feet. I’m not going to ask my children to wash my feet. I love them, and want them to learn respect, but my feet get pretty smelly and I wouldn’t ask anyone to get down there and clean them for me. I can do that, and save them the torture.
Another assignment was to practice reading with the kids. This we could do, if the homework had been sent by their English teacher. However, the assignment was from their Chinese teacher, and as neither my wife nor I can read Chinese yet, we forfeited. My son can read quite a bit, but he is still not at the level to read everything yet.
I was a bit nicer to my students, I asked my students to look at coloured balloons in their books and write the colours. It’s more focused, less vague, and even if their families cannot speak English, the kids know where to find the names of colours in their textbooks, and are able to do it.
Last night as I ran out to pick up dinner for us all, I notice that the school had used this downtime productively, we now have 2 12foot Christmas trees at the front gate of our school. Last night Sammy asked as we said our bedtime prayers if we could ask God to clear away the smog. We did, and this morning ther is a bright blue sky and no clouds or visible smog, I will check the rating on Irish’s phone later.

riding rickshaws. Our whole family always has. The kids call them Tricycles as that’s what they are called in the Philippines. What they actually are, however, are the front of a motorcycle attached to a back Bench seat for passengers. The whole device is enclosed in a large metal box with windows. These little boxes zip around the city like mini-taxis. Everyone talks about how dangerous they are, because there are very few licenced ones compared to the number of rickshaws on the road. The unlicensed ones might be dangerous drivers, cutting into traffic or driving too fast, but we’ve never had a problem with them.
play a firefighter simulator where she sprayed water at flames that appeared on a screen. She won 2 pogo stick races (Real pogo stick, virtual race), and rode a horse in a horse race. Joshua played virtual bowling (real ball, digital pins), went on a safari adventure with a jeep, and both racecar raced and motorcycle raced.