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.
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Month: June 2019
Real Researcher
StandardMei-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.
Viburnum wrightii
Comfortable Summer
StandardHumidity 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.
You Too?
StandardIt 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.
10 Years
Standard… 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.
Beijing Delicacy
StandardMei-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.
Center is a cotton bag of herbs.
Happy Birthday
StandardTo 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.
Petite Réunion
StandardMei-Shun visited a beauty saloon in 高輪, Tokyo for a haircut and curling. It took 2 hours and a half, made her a bit tired in such humid air. However, she went ahead toward 吉祥寺 to meet Kaori-san who arranged dinner at “Épée”, a nice bakery-café. The former put off contact lens to enjoy conversation as much as possible, sharing several dishes with the latter.
Always accompanied by tasty bread.
Iron Items
StandardPurr, it is not so hot, nice breeze came up. I like such a weather, mom does as well, who burst into laughter at one of big booming cubes. She found a paper cutter and an USB flash drive from behind a rubber packing, too much stained to use again. Almost half an year has passed since both of them were washed in dad’s pocket, she told me. Meow, shall I lend you my hand, then?
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Go Cool
StandardLunar May starts from today. Chestnut trees are already in full bloom, giving sweet scent which let Mei-Shun feel coming rainy season. Rice paddy is growing enough to hide waterfowls among green stripes. Black Tea rose in our garden bloomed well this spring, with the last flower in autumnal shade. And Ms. Last One, here is a summer saddle pad for you.
meishunkikunoe 