I was thinking this morning while making breakfast how people always assume just because of the huge array of Asian art at my store, that I must have so much Asian art at home.
Why would they think that about me I thought as I reached for the eggs in my refrigerator? I just don’t get it. Just because my store is Asian, doesn’t mean that my house is filled with Asian things, at the same time as I moved the Japanese doll to get the orange juice. It was a bit difficult to pick up the bottle since the problem in my hand started. My Doc’s diagnosis, “You have been working in asian Art so long you have Buddha fingers!”. “Come on Doc”, I said its not like there are Buddha heads sticking out of every finger. Just then Katie, our store dog, a Tibetan terrier ran in. I’ll just move this Ganesh right here and give my dog this treat I thought. I just don’t get it….Its not like everything in my life is Asian. Anyway have to get breakfast ready for my kids, Jin-Hwa and Mi-Hwa. ( Hannah and Jess)…
