Writing is a hellish task, best snuck up on, whacked on the head, robbed and left for dead(from The Way the Crow Flies, by Anne-Marie MacDonald)
Saturday, February 25, 2006
Thursday, February 16, 2006
I am poignantly aware of the fact that for each day I gratifyingly check off at Minami Chu, we are one day closer to leaving our sweet home in Japan.
Canadian friends, be patient with us, okay? It will take time...
This is a picture of our friends, the Uranos. I met Mr. Urano in a coffee shop last October. Since then, every couple of months, him and his wife have treated Jeff and I to a wonderful Sunday out discovering our city and the surrounding area. We've settled into a comfortable pattern of first sipping tea at their house, then going to a restaurant for lunch, and then driving and exploring. We are very lucky to have met them. This picture is from a couple of Sundays ago. They treated us to lunch and then drove us to Tatebayashi where we went up a tower, watched some swans, and strolled through an art gallery. Perfect Sunday.
Saturday, February 11, 2006
the perfect day
Originally uploaded by Bob Jones.
The sun was shining when we got up this morning. So we decided to go for a drive. It's been a while. We invited Mikiko along. I drove as Kathy read and Mikiko sat in the back ooooing and aaaaing over the scenery. (It is pretty incredible). I had picked out another man-made lake in the mountains (they dam every river around here it seems) and we were not disappointed. We found a dock, boat launch and fishing area and walked around for a bit. I got to take pictures (finally!) and the girls looked around. It was reeeeally quiet - except for the fishermen and the ducks.
The ducks wouldn't leave us alone. They followed us to the car. They wanted Mikiko's aloe drink. Stupid ducks.
Another fine february day in Japan.
Did I mention that it was about 15 degrees? (That's celcius). The drive got me excited about travelling around Japan once our contract is done in March. And it got me excited about driving around Canada when we get home (although we have no concrete plans for that). I miss home, but our time here is so short. It's a tough thing to be here so long, and then to go home. Right now Ota is home. But I do miss BBQs and sitting outside (they don't do that here).
Well, that was our day. Hope you enjoyed it. :)
Tuesday, February 07, 2006
My own temperature tends to rise now just at the sight of Japanese teachers with their thermometers. Got a fever? Go home. You've got the flu. Normal temperature? Sorry kid. Ya, you look like hell, but fact is, you're not sick. So go back to class and sweat it out (ha).
Anywaaaaaaaaaaaaaays.... that was a long aside.
So we've got some catching up to do. Two Fridays ago, January 27th, was our friend Mikiko's birthday! So we headed over to our favorite spot, Ikkyu, for the usual rounds of celebration. Here are the pics:
Ayako bought the cake. When they brought it out for Mikiko, we sang "happy birthday" and before we knew it, the whole place was singing and clapping along with us. Precisely why we love Ikkyu so much. The atmosphere of that place makes for fantastically happy drunks.
And this is Mikiko with the owner of the place. I believe his name is Ryuta. We all have a collective crush on him. He is so cool and so kind (and he was hilariously shy about the picture!) We dig the ponytail. It's his hippest look.
This is a fun one of us goofing off. You all recognize Ayako by now. The guy is Casey. Christian was there too, but unfortunately not in this shot. Yes, Maria, I was texting on the damn cell again, but I promise it was for a good cause!
The girls, doing what we do best: posing.
Wednesday, February 01, 2006
|You Are a Glazed Donut|
Okay, you know that you're plain - and you're cool with that.
You prefer not to let anything distract from your sweetness.
Your appeal is understated yet universal. Everyone dig you.
And in a pinch, you'll probably get eaten.
|You Are a Boston Creme Donut|
You have a tough exterior. No one wants to mess with you.
But on the inside, you're a total pushover and completely soft.
You're a traditionalist, and you don't change easily.
You're likely to eat the same doughnut every morning, and pout if it's sold out.