So lunar September starts from today. Mei-Shun visited the nearest shrine again to greet Gods first, then draw 2 omikuji. She saw 吉=kichi, lucky lots for both of the couple; one for Shin numbered the 21st, the other for herself the 45th. Now is the time to jump and stretching under that great tree. Oops, please do not bite her, mosquito. Your season is already over.
Mei-Shun resumed her cycle of our main staple. Simple and the best white rice, called 銀シャリ comes first. Her favorite breed above means “a silver crescent”, written in an unique kanji letter. Pearl barley or もち麦 would be added to the next, reasonable Ibaraki products often employed. Porridge is the last choice, kindly wash inner pan of her rice cooker.
Shin and Mei-Shun recognized that sweet scent again in this early morning. Where is it coming from? The wife found the answer tree when she walked out toward the nearest shrine; in the M’s garden, just opposite to a … garbage station. Well, we are already in cooler air, no masking flavor might be necessary. Anyway, thanks a lot for your a bit delayed blossom.
Here we are in a new month on Friday. Mei-Shun visited a nearby hair salon this stormy morning on schedule: even in 5-minunte walk, it is never nonessential or non-urgent for her. Actually, she and mom-in-law share the same person there; to dye regularly with sporadic bangs cut for the former, to cut and curl for the latter. Joy of lovely teacups might follow.
This is the end of Mei-Shun’s second-poorest month. With a powerful typhoon approaching Kanto Area, she implemented two jobs quite rare for her. One is to wash horsey items at home, a gel pad and a fly hat. The other is to remove paper from 1 of 3 bedroom 障子=shoji sliding doors, several years older than other 2. Now Ms. Dandelion or Mindulle, she is all ready to face you tomorrow.
Meow, mom finally returned to normal. I feel good when she is good, bad when she is the same. That is why a macaron-shaped bed was made into a restroom. Last week was the worst: she fed me in the morning, cleaned up my cage and went to sleep with a door closed to shut me out. Similar lunch, supper, dinner and said goodnight. However, it’s all over. Please brush me more, purr.
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It was the last lesson given by Master Bando this month. Actually, Mei-Shun took it just twice, caused by lower condition. She could not make enough dance with horseies either, for reasons of rainfalls and etc. added. Staying home sounds healthy in a pandemic environment? Well, if good exercise would accompany — she has got one more bag of sugar around waist again!
Shin went on a business trip to Tokushima, home town of beloved Master Mei-Shu. He always brought home sweet delicacies, yet salty one this time because of above beauty. Mei-Shun received a regular message from 両口屋是清 the other day, charmed by such an amazing technique that ordered it immediately. The husband loves the lower half, while the wife the upper.
September has just a week left including today. Every month, every day is important for Mei-Shun who learned that everybody has an invisible hourglass to count her/his life. She makes it a rule to find good points, upload such matters only toward this site to share them with you kind followers. She cordially wish 1 more of you would visit here to see 4-3-2 queue neatly soon.
We have 秋分=shu-bun, autumnal equinox today. Mei-Shun misses mother’s handmade o-hagi, while a bit shocked by the same plant in our garden. Mom-in-law is a wonderful manager, yet sometimes turns into a potent branch-cutter. Bushclover is quite a strong breed, often looked blooming twice an year around here in Ibaraki. Or many gardeners give it a chance to work out.
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