The weekend office home party was nice. But I almost don't know how I
got home. A once in a lifetime crazy day. Thank goodness my friends
got me home safe, but with a lot of drama instigated on my part. I
don't drink much, but maybe that's the problem, I can't handle it. I
think I was just lonely, tired of being alone. C'est la vie...
Monday, August 17, 2009
Saturday, August 08, 2009
Refreshed
Another month before summer ends, but already feels like the best summer in years. Grandma's illness drew us all closer. My mom and brother's visit from the states earlier this month was great too. I did a lot of healing and realize what is important in life. Sleep schedule back to normal and I lost my foul Tokyo odor that I accumulated in bars and on the subway. I realize I can live here but it would feel the start of the rest of my life.
Thursday, August 06, 2009
Nebuta!
Full moon. And the wonderful finale to the weeklong Nebuta Festival. This festival sort of has consistently highlighted my life.
Age of irony
I recently told my friend that when were children our parents took care of us, but when we all get older the roles reverse. That is very apparent now. Grandma has been seeing and hearing things. Arguing with imaginary people or past memories. Last night went to dinner leaving her sitting at the entrance waiting for no one after trying to convince her to leave. We returned to find she eventually fell over and passed ou forehead on the floor and had to carry her to bed. Small woman but very heavy. Later that night she started talking again. Her daughter has been talking to her mother like a child.
Wednesday, August 05, 2009
Toll road ahead
Not a freeway. Well could be stuck in Tokyo. Better that I'm hanging out in Northern Honshu. I visited an old friend's town this afternoon. The family sorted out their errands this evening and as a result each other.
Monday, August 03, 2009
A real vacation
A surreal kind of escape, the type to surrender control to. Back to gravity and family. My adopted families here are deep rooted at a slow pace yet tolerant of endless snow drifts. As if the city doesn't have a big future and nature is fine with that.
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