As the day draws nearer to moving out, I find my decision making processes being affected by simple words of wisdom by the tofu seller in the market. Given my bustling schedule at the shop, I’ve not much choice but to do most of my moving in the evening or at night, which is fine by me. However, my father being the traditional Chinese custom-observing person that he is, insisted that all moving be done in daylight, including the official move. So, postponement number 1 was from Friday (27th April) to Monday (30th April).
Bearing in mind that my mother in law and wife were due to arrive on Tuesday afternoon, I wanted to ensure that we would have been living there already. So, to my surprise, dad suddenly told me yesterday that there were changes in the plans. It went something like this…
Dad: Boy, don’t move in on Monday morning.
Me: Why so?
Dad: I just checked with the tofu seller in the market for a suitable date, and he said Wednesday at 11am would be the best time.
And so it is that I have to postpone the move again. It really is rather interesting, that the venerable tofu seller is able to give an “ideal” time for moving in, the belief in it being that observing such customs would ensure a good living in the premises.
My question is, how the devil does he come to be the resident expert? Does he have some degree in astrology? Was it a conclusion he arrived at with the help of darts and a calendar? And why in the world do we still follow superstition? Especially me? The Christian. Okay, so I don’t go to church often. Alright alright, I haven’t been since last year. But doesn’t mean that I’m not a CHristian, just a non-practising one at that. To place beliefs in superstition is said to be an invitation to the Devil, so I’d rather not. Besides, I’m bloody lazy to follow said practices.
So, in closing, I believe the tofu selling business is a very knowledgeable line of work. Making and selling tofu, accomplished drift racers and better yet, all relatives of Lilian Too.