This picture was taken about a year ago when we took the sailboat out for a spin when Jeanne's brother Dean was here. You can see that it was fairly clear that day and is similar to our current weather. Today is a hot, breezy and fairly humid Sunday that ends a week which contained one of the longest stretches of blue sky in years. Correction: When the southern China factories shut down for their semi-annual holiday Hong Kong becomes remarkably blue-skyed in contradiction to the pundits who claim out pollution is primarily self generated.
The Hong Kong pollution has increased dramatically since we moved here in 1991. Blue skies and an endless horizon were the norm, and when we took the ferry from Central back to our previous island home in Discovery Bay it reinforced our choice of residence. These days it is more common for me to look out my office window and see nothing but haze one kilometer away on Victoria Harbour instead of the treed mountains that flank Kowloon five kilometers away and separate it from the New Territories.
Harrison was invited by his buddy Luke to spend the night at the Grand Hyatt in Wan Chai where Luke's father is the general manager. Turner is lunching with a friend and his family down in Stanley, but promised to return quickly to get ready for tomorrow's Spanish test. Mackenzie is a layabout today and is downstairs in pyjamas playing a game on the internet. Wireless connections make his life easier for all, and more worrisome specifically for us parents. The hidden Playboy under the mattress these days is nothing more than a digital cookie that may or may not have been wiped by the teenage PC user. Is there a way for the primary hub PC to track sites that wireless spoke PCs have accessed? If not, there's an idea for an aspiring parental entrepreneur.
I've just calculated that our rent will increase by fifty-six percent in August, so we're on the move, downsizing in space by about twenty percent and moving from a house and garden to a high rise apartment. Hong Kong's property is going through one of its normal cycles that will undoubtedly end in a crash in the next few years. Meanwhile we are one of the victims caught in the wake of the out of control ship.
On a good note, little Rhys is extremely mobile and the house is slowly being babyproofed. Our older CDs are for the fourth time are being put up high away from a young boy's grabs and casual flings over the shoulder. Early 1990s CD cases still bear the cracks from young Harrison's attacks.
