Meow, dad has been coughing since last month. His symptom was promptly ameliorated after using a medicine left by mom. And next, she started to cough just like he did. I felt stress when she threw something with air from her mouth, taking it as she scolded me. However, such an idea disappeared from my mind these days — she looks not angry but tired, soon goes to the bedroom and calls me to join.Copyright © 2019 Mikan-chan All Rights Reserved.
Mei-Shun’s mother loves birds and plants. Not only beauty of nature but also scrutiny into variety seems her interest. For example, the former walked to the nearest shrine, found lovely white flower the other day. She took it as hydrangea hirta, sent the latter a photo. She gave a glance at it, quickly replied that it might not be. Several other photos went from daughter to mother, lead them to a result.
Humidity sometimes tortures dancers more than heat these days. Mei-Shun meant to hand her favorite yukata following below to a professional laundry close to Master Bando, yet changed her mind to use it this month. Actually, Mikan-chan once made it a restroom! Wrapped in a 畳紙=tato-kami, paper bag devised for kimono, nothing happened on it.
It rained all through yesterday. Mei-Shun found a window in the kitchen dropping tears from above — just like the one beside a shower room 3 weeks before. It suddenly began to beat tissue-box ducky, shocked and made her rush to the lavatory. Oh, the other was safe, peacefully dry thanks to her labor in cleaning up the roof floor. Well, where is your pool? It seems small since you stopped weeping in 5 minutes.
… has passed since Mei-Shun’s father passed away. Yesterday was the date he gave his beloved ones farewell, when his younger daughter visited her mother living alone. The latter would stay at a lodge in 草津 surrounded by lovely コアジサイ=ko-ajisai, hydrangea hirta from Friday, her older daughter’s birthday. So you, representative beauty of rainy season, will be left home not alone but together.
Mei-Shun heard that Chinese people celebrates 端午の節句 today, lunar May 5th cooking 粽=chimaki, steamed rice ball wrapped by fermented (perhaps) bamboo leaves. Shin brought home some as follows below, with a bag of tree-dried jujubes. The former includes simple rice ball, red-bean one and millet ball with red beans. The latter is the first experience for her, incredibly superb.
To you, Shin. It is the greatest pleasure of Mei-Shun to see you in good health today, yet fretful cough never left during your business trip to Beijing. And a dinner meeting might prevent you from going home earlier tonight? Well then, she would totally agree to your proposal to postpone the party till Saturday. And good boy-and-girl followers, please do not do the same as he use a medicine his wife prescribed before.