Early morning shopping
They say the best part of waking up, especially after a night out, is “Folgers in your Cup”. But if you’re like me, the list of things in your house with nutritional value is limited to:
- a bag of flour
- a half-eaten snickers bar
- a rotting husk of cabbage
- an expired egg
- dried basil
- a packet of soup mix
Hunter Gathering Success!
When presented with the choices, KC decided it was probably best to go out to get some food. Probably a wise decision…
Incidentally, I ended up eating the soup packet and the half-snickers bar for dinner. It was unnervingly delicious….
Mornings in the inaka
The view outside of KC’s window at 6:30 am. The deep countryside looks so quaint, so cute, huh? You can see the bright sun, the chirping birds (well, the deathsquawks of marauding crows, but whatever), the farmers’ trucks as they set up for the morning market…
…. and then you pan over to the left and see what appears to be the impending apocalypse bearing down on you bringing the fury and rage of the oceans from just over the other side of the mountains. *gulp* It’s times like these that I wish Japanese apartments weren’t made of paper and wood…
The morning after…
Walking down the street Sunday morning, KC and I spot a casualty of a big party from the night before slumped in a chair outside a Starbucks. This fellow, whom I vaguely recognized as having spoken to once or twice in a convenience store before, was not only passed out, but was snoring with a degree of alacrity one can only describe as “alarming”. (Incidentally, I once heard John Madden utter the phrase “He’s making his way up the field with alarming alacrity” on Monday night football once. It was… surreal. )
It seemed a damn shame for his Venti tazo tea to oversteep (clearly it was having little effect on him anyway), so we decided to wake him up (also, a bunch of Japanese girls inside the shop were laughing at him, and I felt sorry for the guy).
“Hey, uhh… dude! Wake up!”
He jolts awake with that snorting spit swallow horse noise that everyone does when startled from a deep sleep. He flips his hand up by his mouth to check for (mercifully absent) drool. To his credit, he tried to play the move off by continuing the sweep of the hand up past the cheek and up through his hair, as if slicking it back.
“oh… hey guys. wow. where am i?”
“uhh, you’re in a starbucks downtown. rough night last night, huh? what happened? You looked fined when we left you at the party!”
“uhh… starbucks? What? Err… party? Hey – ” (he picks up his tea) “what is this?”
“Yeah, so, ummm, … you take care now…. bye!”
Poor guy! I wonder if he managed to get home?
Soro soro heya kara dete oide
itsumade tatte mo kienai kara jijitsu
tsumazuku sugata wo mirareta toki no you ni
foroo sureba ii no ka na
Daitai kimi mo zurui ja nai kai
oseji ja nai yo
mata watashi no hayatochiri
Omowaseburi dewa sukarete shimau yo?
Usotsuki na dake dewa kirawarechau yo?
… You said my love don’t mean a thing. How much I love you …
… That’s ’cause you don’t know how much I love you …