Time to kick myself in the butt and squeeze out some going-ons and have-beens in my side of story.
This year I got the chance to plan the whole Mother’s Day event (before me, it seems to be my dad who’s in charge, and he’s the only one frankly). According to my developing LOHAS lifestyle and health awareness, I chose a vegetarian restaurant. Hui Liu is not a regular one that common veggie lovers or Buddhism practicers would go frequently, since it presents an innovative, exquisite, and eastern-and-western styles mixture cuisine. Also the retro, natural, and bambooish interior design adds more trendy and hip texture to it, which may imply that it is for people who want to spend the money on eating green leaves to make them feel better, healthier, and “in” (the trend). But to me, being a fancy son, I only try to feed my family some creative stuff.
Somehow I forgot my younger sister, Eileen, has a severe ill-balanced appetite about vegetables. She really had a hard time dining there. The food mixed up organic veggie chunks and delicately cooking skills. While Eileen put aside most of the food after one sip or bite, my parents and I were having our own fun guessing what those plants/ingredients actually were.
“I think those little tarts are made of corn powder and millet…”
“Yeah! And those eggplants with tomato sauce taste like pizza!”
“Is that red stuff on the steamed tofu Monascus?”
“Or beet powder?” I felt like going back through my high school biology course. Don’t get it wrong, I enjoyed it.
As for the present, two weeks before the Day I came up with the idea to sign up my mom to a yoga course. Owing to she didn’t do much exercise ever since she had her knee replacement surgery, and I really am concerned about her gaining weight and weakened knee. When I discussed with Eileen about yoga idea, she did have some fun with that!
“Oh! Mom’s gonna hate us for this one!”
She pointed out the course schedule and jokingly sneered, “Power Yoga: Good for sweat!”
“Yeah, she will hate us for sure, and I will hate you too. ‘Cause I would waste the money on some course that mom would never go.”
“Well then how about this?” I just ignored the “Cardio Yoga” she smiled at.
Anyway we ended up with a reasonable choice: “Soothing yoga: for beginners”. Even so, I still wonder if my mom would be a good girl to show up in the class regularly. Sometimes it’s not easy for people to accept/try new things after they pass certain age gap. Probably I would sign up also for being her company, and make my 2,500 dollars worthwhile.
