Buddy says Happy Year of the Dog but he wasn’t invited to dinner.
We celebrated Chinese New Year with the fine folks from the Malaysian Association of Georgia. We had dinner at Penang, a local Malay restaurant, where we threw food in the air and then ate it. No, really. We did something called lousong. You have a plate of noodles and other stuff and you grab some noodles with your chopsticks and throw them in the air while making a New Year’s wish (health, happiness, prosperity, etc.) and the higher the noodles go the more you get of what you wished for. So everyone had chopsticks in one hand a phone in the other recording.
This table isn’t too bad, there were some that were a real mess.
We sat with Tom and Margie Ulsh. Margie is an MK and her family lived in Irian Jaya, Indonesia, which is now called something else, and went to boarding school in Malaysia. I had asked her to bring some pictures of the jungle and she did and it was so interesting to look at them. Her parents’ missionary organization bought a strip of land between two tribes of warring cannibals. There’s a reason that land was available. So in the morning they would wake up to warriors in the buff on their front lawn. I noticed in one of the photos she was about three years old and all dressed up playing with a couple of local boys who were wearing what God outfitted them with. I said “I notice you’re the only one wearing clothes” and she said “at first”. I asked if she decided to just strip down and she said no, the government got embarrassed and made everyone wear clothes. And we heard about the work her parents were doing and about all the people they met and she still keeps in touch with some of them. Like I said, very interesting. My life in Indonesia was down-right boring compared to hers. Actually it was a little boring. So we had good food and good company.