Yeah, still no new pictures. I swear I’ll get on it this weekend, well, if I’m not too busy with magazine launch parties and attempts at making flatbread from scratch.
Nico had his latest installment of vaccinations this morning. Christian and I think we’ve discovered the trick to milking the most painless experience out of the vaccine clinic possible. First, you have to show up as close to eight in the morning as possible. Eight thirty is too late. Second, you need to bring cold water for the oral polio vaccine even though everyone specifically tells you to bring hot water. And third, you must come on the day they tell you to come. We discovered this last trick on Tuesday when we showed up a week late for Nico’s four month vaccinations and were promptly reprimanded and told to come back on Thursday. I guess sometimes being a foreigner doesn’t buy you special privileges.
Meanwhile, it looks like my promised month and a half of doing nothing has come to an end all too soon. After a leisurely morning spent alternately stabbing Nico and stuffing him full of banana, quaffing coffee, and foraging for dinner supplies at the local supermarket, I dropped by the magazine office for an impromptu meeting. The editor-in-chief is heading to Europe for three weeks and leaving yours truly in charge of both the magazine and the company that foots the bill for it, which it turns out, is a fairly varied enterprise encompassing everything from exports to publishing to property development (umm… no, I’m still not getting paid). Which means for the next three weeks, I’m like the Donald Trump of Dalian, except without the gold-encrusted apartment and reality tv show. Hopefully, I don’t get drunk on all this power.