I tried to explain to my dad that there are three ways to buy bananas: In the produce section of a grocery store, in the candy section (dried banana chips are yummy), or at Dairy Queen in the form of a banana split. They are not sold in cans.A can of bananas ?
Bananas in a can ?!?!?!
How ?
Why ?
He pointed to the label that said "l'anana" and I started to laugh. I explained that he'd found a can with the French side of the label turned out and that "anana" was French for pineapple (for those folks unfamiliar with Canadian grocery stores, all food labels are required to be bilingual, in English and French, even in the half of the country where very few people speak French).
But you live in a city with a lot of Mandarin speakers, so that's not completely wacky.All the spam calls I get are in Mandarin.
I mostly use two of the rooms in my apartment for books and craft supplies. One of them is also where Maddy's litter box is, so I joke that that one is "Maddy's room." Of course that's not where I sleep and since she sleeps with me, basically every room here is Maddy's room (except the bathroom; she's not allowed in there).3am, still unable to sleep, but my brain think something very interesting, now I live in a rented 90 m2 house with 70 m2 building, but a lot of time we discuss about the good old day when we just move to the city, we lived in a studio size apartment 4 family member, the flat possessed a dynamic scent, a scent of whatever we cook that day, but there were lots of interaction and laugh.
I made another realization, when we were visiting my parent's villa with only our family (parents mostly live in the city, close to hospital), 1800 m2 in the country side with a nice mountainous view. The spacious house isolated us most of the time, our body actually only occupied that specific amount of space, so however huge our ambition to enjoy a spacious living space, our body only be able to occupied that much, actually it is pretty pointless, there are lot of corner left not used, empty most of the time, just like a dead living space, whenever we established our favorite spot, the other spot mostly left untouched and empty. During our visit to my parent house, we want to go back to our little house asap.
Now I concluded for myself that, a huge living space (not mansion or palace obiviously they served for a lot of inhabitants) are only a candy to the eyes but will not serve its function as a home, like you saw a beautiful river in a very cold morning, you think it will be cool for you if you jump and swim, while the reality it will be quite a torment, a huge spaces ergonomically speaking, separated the family member that live there, unless they are a bunch of giant, it will hardly served its function as a home.
Just because I don't spend a lot of time in those rooms, it doesn't mean they're less of a home. It's where I keep a lot of my stuff, and my dad's ashes are tucked away in one of the dressers in the library/craft room. It's appropriate since my dad was considerate of my hobbies and even sketched a horse one time when I got a custom order for a horse-themed needlepoint project. He gave me some advice on colors and how to shade them so they looked more realistic.
BTW, you can use superscript to indicate square metres.