I made me a few dollars there, yes, I did, sir. People got no sense when it comes to accumalations. Me and my wife? Seems they think the more they have to pay rent for to store, the more hotshot that makes them. Opposite in my book — simplify, simplify, simplify. Well, yes, I guess I did tell her the storagers were looking for investors up this way. They put themselves another big unit in Dellslow up across the river from Morgantown. Had it filled before they had the locks on the doors. Guess she thought I was expert in money. Seems like everybody has a right to be paid for his talents, even lawyers like me.
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Bible says so. Sad looking bunch, in my opinion: scowly and mean and tight-fisted for certain sure. Not that I ever asked for it, sir.
No, sir. She was just that kind of thoughty, generous soul.
Them kids of hers is declaring undue influence? I swear, Your Honor, I never. I just never. My goodness, sir, they live just down the road, other side of the old high school that now stands empty since all the young folks moved to North Carolina and such. The Bronsons was just what the Good Book calls good neighbors. Like that wayfaring stranger what stopped to help a Good Sumarian. It was the other way around? Sorry, sir, but you get the picture. Jake Bronson and his woman are upstanding, sir, no criminal record nor nothing.
Miss Sarah was all in favor of good education, which of course starts with reading and writing and computer know-how. And you know what, Your Honor? That is exactly what I was thinking I am likely to do with what Miss Sarah left to me. Why, her and I talked about it regular-like, how important learning is.
And I love the way we made her such that she doesn't have to raise her voice.
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MY: But she gets her barbs from her mother-in-law, and then you realize, oh wow, [her] life is not easy. You can look at it like a gilded cage. Bigger picture, bigger picture. So, I pushed that to Jon and I said, "What kind of a movie are we making here? Because it can read off like that, with all the stag parties and the hen parties, and all that running around.
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There's nothing wrong with that because commercially it can be a huge success, but I would have felt it's such a lost opportunity not to really show what family is to the Asians, what it means to us. I think family really resonates, right? In Asian culture, you always put your family first. But when we look at someone who is born [in the U. When you are so independent, we recognize the fact that that's how you have been brought up.
That's why when Nick says to the mom, "I brought home a Chinese girl, you should be happy. It wasn't about Rachel not being smart enough, clever enough, or being not rich enough.
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It's because I think Eleanor recognizes the fact that [Rachel] would not be able to sacrifice and put Nick first, before her own needs. I wanted to embody the very elegant, clever, strong women that I see around me in Asia, and I believe that is a good balance. MY: I related to her because if there is no frailty, vulnerability, there's no strength as well. I think it's when you are the most vulnerable, that's when you discover how strong you can be, and how you have to use that to help yourself be stronger.
She is always so regal. And that was what I wanted to show, that with strength and fierceness and all that, you don't have to raise your voice, you don't have to make loud gestures to be heard, to be felt. And I think sometimes that's more difficult. MY: We are very close-knit set and we love watching each other perform, and everybody just went [gasps], it was so funny. Oh my God. I got goosebumps. You just killed her! MY: The first scene, when you see Eleanor in her kitchen. I mean, that is her ship. That is where she is in command and she is telling them what to do.
They demonstrate with their actions. And a lot of time it's with food. It's part of the makeup of our culture. It's all about getting together, having dinners, having dim sum. That's why I love that the Chinese way of eating is sharing, everything is shared. The chickadees plant sunflowers all over, as they drop seeds from the feeder, and we let a lot of them go, just to scatter bright surprises throughout the garden. And mid-July is the height of the daylily season.
We have some fancy ones, but mainly the farm is covered with the old-fashioned plain-orange wild ones. They grow in great beds. I consider them a nuisance and keep trying to get rid of them. The other day, just as a beautiful evening sun was cutting under a bank of departing thunderclouds, Scot and Chrissie and I climbed the hill behind the main garden — the vantage point from which we can look over the upper gardens and the farmyard.
We gasped when we got up there and gazed over our small domain. It was washed in western sunlight, and it looked orderly, lush, wonderful. For the first time I saw them as blessings. They turn the neglected corners of this place into July glory. We picked nine quarts over the weekend, froze five and scarfed down the other four in fruit salad, raspberry tapioca, raspberry pancakes, and — because Pavla Polechova was visiting us — Czech raspberry dumplings. The sheep are up to their knees in clover. The baby chicks are almost full size now, and the baby ducks, patrolling the garden for slugs, are almost as big as their mothers.
The three grey geese noisily but unsuccessfully try to protect the pond against intruding green herons. The beavers are everywhere, down in the wet morass they have created with multiple dams on the brook. The old dog Basil sleeps in the sun to warm his bones, and the young dog Emmett zooms around at full-tilt, as if he had greyhound blood in him. He loves to run. We put in offers last week for the two farms in Hartland. They were complicated offers, worked out with great care. There are plenty of other farms. But these have announced themselves to us from the beginning as The Place. Lots of folks are thirsting for community and for living more responsibly and for having a long-term relationship with the land that feeds them.
Just by word of mouth some extraordinary people have been attracted to us. If they would all just foolishly and blindly jump right in, I know we could make a wonderful community — and some are jumping right in. Most are more cautious, more fearful. Who else is going to be part of this? What rules will bind us? How much money are we talking about, per family? What will the buildings look like? What are the schools like? How will we earn a living?
Reasonable questions. They can only be answered as we jump in. Logic and caution versus faith and trust. Fortunately a few of us are not sane, just barely enough of us to get things going. Many others have enough dawning faith at least to participate in the discussions. And so it will go, I hope, until the community becomes a mix of the reasonable and cautious with the courageous and trusting — just what every community needs. Boy, this is an interesting process!