Month: February 2021

Firework frustrations

Fireworks have always been a symbol of celebration. Found around the world now. Some countries regulate them and others do not. They are fun, but can be dangerous or even deadly.

In China around the Lunar New Year’s people buy them privately and fire them off in the city to celebrate. It is their way to celebrate. I’m normally very open about a culture’s festivals and celebrations. But I have grown to really dislike this holiday.

Here’s what happens every year. A few days before the New Year random people will start lighting noisy fireworks without any flash. They just go “Bang!” Loud enough to set off every car alarm in a block. These are started around noon. When any sane parent is trying to get their infant or toddler to have a nap.

This leads to a cranky child. Who scream at the loud noise. By New Year’s eve they start setting off the night time fire-show. In the street right next to the buildings.

The day before (This year Feb 11th) and the day after (Feb 13th) you might get a couple fire works in the middle of the night. And The New year’s night it is all night.

So to iterate, over the week, we have a toddler who didn’t nap and is cranky all week who passes out at night, then the light show (right outside our window) keeps us awake all night. Keep this up for about half a week.

This year, my youngest got to see the light show on New year’s and liked it (it is beautiful) but since, when people put on the noise makers at night then stop for an hour we have a cranky, tired child screaming that her fireworks have disappeared.

Repeat every hour.

This has happened with all of our kids when they were young….

Some years the fireworks go for 2weeks. This year, it just started.

You can’t sleep because of the noise, you can’t watch TV because of the noise, you can’t read because of the tired child. So the only option is to go to the mall, during a 3rd wave of a global pandemic…

Just some thoughts…

Remembering Japan

Yesterday my family had our monthly “Eat at a nice Restaurant” meal, and it so happens that it was a Japanese Restaurant downtown. We chose it specifically because the restaurant was empty and there was lots of space (no worry about social distancing).

During dinner something happened that reminded me of my second trip to Japan (Fukuoka for the curious). Now at the time of this story I had been living in Korea. In Korean corner stores you can buy boiled eggs, and I used to love just ducking into Family Mart for an egg as a snack.

So here I was wandering around Fukuoka, and I found a Family Mart. So I went inside and saw individually packaged eggs. So I grab one, and using my broken Japanese, I confirmed that the egg was read to eat. (To me this meant cooked)

I go outside the store and, being me, cracked the egg open on my forehead.

It was a raw egg.

I had egg on my face, literally.

During lunch yesterday, at the restaurant I ordered an egg to go with my meal, and the waiter gladly brought it over. Happily grabbed the egg and cracked it open with my hand.

It too, was raw. So I am guessing that Japanese eat raw eggs at restaurants…