Miya & Moya
I needn't have worried that I'd be spending a cold, lonely Christmas thousands of miles away from family. No, I didn't make it back to Seattle to see any of the people I'm closest to, this year. But, I'm cat-sitting for two weeks in a cheerful and warm old house a short walk from a métro station. Even better, a friend from my days living in Québec City has come to Montréal to spend the last week of the year visiting. It's been neither a cold nor a lonely Christmas, whatsoever.
This current cat-sit fell into my lap. Professor Gwen orchestrated everything. A departmental colleague of hers is away on sabbatical. Though there were nearby neighbors who would have been happy to have checked in on the cats every day over his absence, the homeowner preferred to have somebody staying on inside the home: somebody who would keep his cats company. Professor Gwen correctly assumed that I would be an eager candidate. Her introduction led to a cat-sit connection that has given me a cozy and warm place in which to install myself into the new year.
As for keeping non-feline company, Siliu came to Montréal on Christmas Eve. Our original plan had been not to stay here but to drive back down to New York, together. Those roadtrip logistics didn't ultimately work out. So, we've instead been taking advantage of our holiday time away from school (me) and from work (she) to catch up, unwind, and make multiple trips to Chinatown.
Christmas Day Dim Sum
Our Christmas Day was celebrated over dim sum. Boxing Day (which I have only now found out is an official day-off-work holiday across Canada) was reluctantly spent in-part amongst the throngs in the stores. The day after Christmas in Canada is observed much as the day after Thanksgiving is in the U.S.: massive retail promotions are announced to entice shoppers into stores.
Boxing Day, 2013
Siliu was kind enough to give me a Christmas gift, one that perfectly complemented the birthday gift she gave me earlier this year. She tracked down a particular jar of ink to go with the fancy fountain pen she gave me some months back. She must have made her decision one evening while watching me write out Christmas cards (a task I still have yet to complete.) Siliu noticed that I was constantly dipping the nib of the pen into a jar of ink to keep the ink flowing.
"Why do you keep dipping the pen?", she asked me. "You do know that there's a chamber inside that holds ink."
"I know that," I said. "But somehow it always gets gummed up and the ink doesn't flow out--even when I clean the pen and re-fill with fresh ink."
Siliu enquired about the exact nature of the ink.
"That's the wrong ink!", she said. "You can't use that. It's for brush calligraphy. Of course it's not writing correctly."
My Attempt at Cooking
Dinner: Potato Salad, Sauerkraut
and Bratwurst with Mustard
Siliu will stay on in Montréal through New Year's Day after which time she'll have to return to Québec City to go back to work. We don't have any special plans for New Year's Eve and it's probably just as well that we don't attempt anything around Montréal. Times Square at midnight had been our plan so whatever we might find in lieu of that, no matter how much fun, would probably feel like a runner-up disappointment. We'll probably take the evening at the cat-sit and just cook something up with some of the ingredients we've each been buying on runs to Chinatown. I hadn't known Shanghainese cuisine all that well but Siliu can cook and it's been fun to get to know another style of food better.
Thanks for coming to visit and thanks for the thoughtful Christmas present, Siliu! 新年快乐, bonne année, and yes: happy new year!