This past weekend, we braved the snow and cold – Round II of what the natives are calling Snowpocalypse and Snowmageddon – to check out some Lion Dancers.
January 31, 2014 begins the Year of the Horse. Our little family is not of Chinese heritage, but that’s no reason not to join in a wonderful celebration that just happens to break up the monotony of late January. The coming weekend will see us at the second Chinese New Year shindig with my husband’s brother, his wife and their four kids. Again, it’s a great winter diversion, and a fabulous excuse to eat too much East Asian food and buy a paper dragon from the novelty store.
Chinese New Year is often called Lunar New Year because the Chinese Calendar is lunisolar.
I used to see the post-holiday, pre-St. Patrick’s stretch as a slump. It still isn’t summer, but I’ve got some new warm socks and determination to make the best. So far, so good.
Gong Xi Fa Cai!
