Happy Saturday and Winter Solstice! Welcome! Let’s grab a drink and join me for another edition of #weekendcoffeeshare, hosted by the lovely Natalie of Natalie the Explorer.

Do people say that? Happy Winter Solstice?

I’m saying it because I know that this is the shortest day. After today, the days will begin to get long again, second by second. By December 26, I will be regaining a whole minute of daylight.

Today is also the day I landed in the U.S. 23 years ago. It’s amazing how 23 years can change a person and it still completely peeves me when someone asks me, “When are you going back to China?”

Going back? I hardly remember China. I was born there, yes, but who can remember the first decade of their lives?

As I’m typing this post, it’s been a little over a day since my accident. The aches in my body were noticeable as I got out of bed yesterday morning, especially in my hips, my pinkie finger is still swollen and bruised, and I can feel a tiny bump on my head from when I hit the faucet. I kept my hand on and off ice throughout the day on Friday as I worked as suggested by the internet, and I am still refusing to use my mom’s strange ointments. Her ointments are the things that kept her surgical wounds from healing. I’m not going to use something that keeps my wound from healing.

She handed me a tube of ointment the night before. I looked up the medication. It was to relieve the swelling in the eye after cataract surgery. What’s that got to do with my hand? Absolutely nothing!

I ended up buddy-taping my pinkie and ring finger together after checking several websites. It’s one of the recommended methods to enhance healing on sprained fingers. Hopefully, the swelling will go down in a few days.

My mom called me stubborn for not wanting to apply anything to my hand. I don’t think it’s stubbornness when I don’t know what I’m applying to my hand. Oh well, it looks like I’m in this by myself.

My mom has been accusatory of late. She’s also been reactive but that’s pretty usual.

Yesterday, I harvested some vegetables. Unbeknownst to me, some of the vegetables got frost damage. “Pick all the damaged vegetables now,” my mom said, shoving a damaged vegetable in my face.

“I don’t have any more,” I replied, “and I don’t need to see. If you eat it, fine, if you throw it away, that’s also fine.” Do you think this is an appropriate response on my part? I thought it was.

Apparently, my mom thought I was over-reactive and went on this 30-minute rant about how I’m “fiery” and “mean”. How can I be those things when she’s the one shouting? Should I had played the part of the man admitting wrongdoing? “It’s not you, it’s me”?

Well, that’s all I’m going to say, thank you for dropping by and I’ll be back next week.