mjj (flemmings) wrote,

1. Picked up a corn broom on my evening walk today, left on the boulevard: second one in two months. How kind of the universe to provide me with good corn brooms for sweeping up cherry pits, seedlings, hedge clippings, and all the detritus that gardens somehow produce. Can't think why anyone would put them out. (Well, the other one had a splintery handle, but nothing that duct tape can't fix.) When one side is worn down to the binding, yes, then it's time for the garbage.

2. A week from the solstice, l'heure blue is 9 pm. It's taken me six decades to make note of that fact, but now I have.

3. As mentioned, I did indeed trim the hedge. It's now lower than before but not much neater. I also lopped branches from the front yard linden tree-- dear god but the extendible limb lopper is an ill-balanced beast-- and a few from the cherry tree where the birds are joyfully feasting. Gorge yourself, little fowls: I have no desire to pick up the rotting cherries which I calculate will be falling in a week or two. The cold spring doesn't look to have discouraged the crop at all.

4. Aunt's 93rd birthday party today, attended by various rarely-seen cousins. As always am amazed at how sane and normal my family is in its extended version, especially when compared to the people I ahem see every day. Sane, normal, and interesting: perhaps it's just the family surroundings that makes them capable of conversing so easily, but that's a trait I miss in casual social encounters here, since I'm not gifted in that department myself. Whatever, it was like a visit to childhood Sundays, chatty parents chatting to chatty siblings and their spouses over mid-day dinner: cozy, nostalgic, very pleasant.

5. Oh, and dinner: brunch buffet, actually, at aunt's tony retirement home. Never, not even at the New Sanno Hotel, have I encountered such a Pig Heaven. The Sanno had bacon-- crisp fried American bacon, a rarity in Tokyo-- but also grits and cornflakes and things that appeal to American servicemen. Aunt's place had bacon and sausage links and poached eggs on ham slices to go with the croissants and bagels and roast potatoes and roast beef if you want it. (Also a kind of spaghetti tart that I didn't investigate.) A very good thing there was all that yard work to follow. But ohh, it was worth it.

6. Turned up passports from the 70s and 80s. Discover that my trip to France in '75, with friend, intent to stay a year, and my trip to France in '80, alone, intent to stay two weeks, both commenced on Sept. 19, a useful coincidence. And somehow my trip to England in summer '75, with friend, didn't get a stamp at all, which is very strange indeed.
Tags: food, japan, rl_14

  • (no subject)

    Stayed up to 2 last night reading an old semi-formatted Eroica fic from 1995. Left a bad taste in the mouth for Reasons, most of which had to do with…

  • (no subject)

    The cure for being earwormed by sea shanties is to be earwormed by Renaissance dance music, especially the ones with what I think (vague memories…

  • (no subject)

    I heard some of Loreena Mc Kennitt's work when I was in Japan and bought her whole backlist after I came home. Now all her earliest stuff says…

  • Post a new comment


    Anonymous comments are disabled in this journal

    default userpic

    Your reply will be screened

    Your IP address will be recorded