the wandering and the wondering dad: yes, I am a dad. I travel and I think a lot because of my job. Wisdom begins in wondering and wandering. in this journey we call life, we often wander to different places and wonder about things. I like to record some of those here. If I left this world, some of the memories I recorded here would at least stay as a living proof on how I cherish my life. I've a good feeling the internet is here to stay.
28 December 2011
Swiss tabby
Last evening I took the kids for a walk around our village. It was freezing cold but I wanted to make it a regular routine for us here just like how we used to do it in Laos after dinner to keep a bit of the fat away. When we crossed the park where we normally went for our weekend ice skate, we were followed by this little tabby out of nowhere. It was quite a strange coincidence as my kids were just talking about how difficult it was to see cats here when it suddenly appeared. The cat followed us almost 1 km on our track up till we reached our home. The cat appeared tame and used to human contact so my first thought was it must have an owner. But it was clearly looking for food. My two little sons were begging me to keep it. I told them their mum won't like the idea of keeping pets in the house. When we reached home, I told mrs about our encounter and I took some leftover crab pate in the fridge and fed the cat. Obviously it finished it very quickly. I told the kids we can't keep the cat in the house and told them that the cat must belong to someone and he or she must be frantically looking for it by now. My kids obviously didn't buy that as I wanted to let the cat out and it refused to go. I told the kids the cat could stay only for one night. So last night the cat slipped into the duvet and slept with my two kids. I took this photo this morning when my boys were still asleep.
26 December 2011
Our first ski trip
On Boxing day, we went to chamonix-mont blanc. The place is about 50 miles from Geneva. A very well known ski resort. It is located at the foot of mont blanc or the white mountain. I was so thrilled to make this visit as I have never skied before. But it ended with some pain as I twisted my knees when I fell down the slope. As I had previous surgeries on the cruciate ligaments, the thought of having them torn again had somehow reminded me that I am just too old for any form of dangerous activities. The kids nevertheless had so much fun and they didn't want to stop...I will definetly come back again.
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