My sister and brother-in-law made it back from their 10th Anniversary adventure, and their dogs were alive and the house hadn’t burned down, so I guess things are OK.
My mom still has her backache and it’s going on two weeks now. It’s gotten worse and moved around since she’s seen the acupunturist. I’m not sure why I’m mentioning this now, except I went to the gym earlier and I’m about to fall over.
It was a weird night and oddly crowded. The Chinese-Canadian woman who is the post-doc in molecular biology is still not speaking to me. I was greeting her with, “Ho say guy,” which means good fortune (literally good world) but she was unfamiliar with the phrase and thought I said something else very close which would have been calling her a deadbeat whore (literally, though, a dead chicken). Another woman who usually chats with me has found a new beau and wouldn’t even say hello. Life at the gym is so very much like middle school.
Does she speak Cantonese? If it is Mandarin, then you may have gotten the pronunciation as hwoh-sa-gee, which would have been live-killed-chicken.
Stick to the English. The only person who has ever caught my attention, in a good way, is the Mexican Waiter at the local taqueria who says Thanks in Chinese. Stick to the English and I’ll refrain from making attempts to use anime Japanese like a 14 year old schoolgirl.