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.
Center is a cotton bag of herbs.
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.
Mei-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.
Purr, 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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Lunar 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.
Hello egret, great to see you here again. You might be a harbinger toward better omikuji lots drawn at the shrine Mei-Shun often walks to. It was 吉=kichi, lucky for herself while 大吉=dai-kichi, the luckiest for Shin. On the other hand, the former seems quite similar to previous 末吉=sue-kichi, the least lucky which said, “Worship Gods staying honest, and soon clouds will leave to let you see brilliant moonlight.
When Mei-Shun forgets how to play a score on Ms. Piano, it looks like a chance to her. Since fingering so far has been reset, she can try from scratch to find out better way. “Pavane …” is a good example, left behind Masters Bach and Debussy. And it seems that memory to play that musical instrument is saved not only in brain, directly connected with eyes but also in 10 fingers with necessary muscles.
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