Meow, mom and I ordered a flower arrangement for dad. And it was he who received it on delivery yesterday morning. Please kindly accept our gratitude, purr. We are satisfied that the shop well understood idea of us; pink roses, lovely atmosphere, round shape, etc. It might have come from a brochure featuring another shop in Tokyo, which dad always uses for mom.
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Hi, Mr. Happy Crescent, great to dance with you today for the first time. Still a boy at several years old, Mei-Shun quite likes his power, would like to control it. And the same to yours, Ms. Nuts, who helped her training in a class for 4th-grade aspirants. It seems similar to 名取 which beloved Master Mei-Shu always called an entrance. So there are 2 of it where this dancer/rider stands.
Oh? What happened to you, dear clock above Ms. Piano? It must be around 8 : 15 in the morning, yet you are 8 hours behind. Mei-Shun has to go toward a garbage station soon, surprised at your message when she looked up from a piece of superb chocolate cake. All right, batteries would be replenished later — oops! 8 : 10 at night saw you suddenly start running to reach the real time.
Meow, mom has made it a rule to visit a pâtisserie in Tsukuba with me on this date every month. And a flower shop as well today, to order an arrangement for dad expecting Father’s Day on coming 19th. “The latest time was when he stayed in a hospital 15 years before”, she told me. “He always congratulated me on Mother’s Day. Why don’t we do the same to him together?” Great idea, purr.
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Happy birthday, elder sister. Mei-Shun met her yesterday, for the first time in amazing 3 years hit by that still “novel” coronavirus. She looked fine, replied that 佃煮=tsukuda-ni, fish and shrimp from 霞ヶ浦 Lake simmered in sake, soy sauce and sugar until half-dried, would be preferred as a gift to peanut crackers. All right, it would be delivered ASAP. Now Ms. Piano, which of above shall we sing tonight?
Mei-Shun went out early this morning with Shin to visit home of her parents. Mom invited her younger daughter to stay for a while with elder one as well. A welfare personnel came to check her health, decide if she is eligible to receive subsidiary money when put a handrail along porch stairs. Well anyway, it is great to meet your family in person, isn’t it? Thanks a million, daddy, for leading them to gather here.
Meow, mom put Mr. Blue into 押入れ=oshi-ire, Japanese-style closet in the bedroom before vacuuming there. So we never have 梅雨寒 anymore, thanks and see you next winter. After cleaning, laundry and futon hanging, she walked to a nearby hair salon. Twice a week, and turn to horsey riding again? No problem, I also enjoyed dancing with Mr. Michelangelo between your hands holding a rein.
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Mei-Shun’s beloved father departed today 13 years before. He was a bit plump at current age of his younger daughter, who saw nice numbers on a scale yesterday after dancing with Mss. Sagittarius and Last One. Caused by 鹿の子餅=kanoko-mochi, soft and airy rice cake from Toyama Prefecture she enjoyed with Shin late last night, no appetite welcomed her this morning.
Perhaps thanks to yesterday’s harsh rainfall, it is cloudy yet dry enough for Mei-Shun to hang futon mats and do laundry this morning. However, while she drove toward her horsey riding club in the afternoon, windshield of Ms. Scarlet started to catch fine drops. Well, they seem too slight to stay on the ground. Since Ms. Sagittarius has missed her from January, it is better to go ahead.
梅雨=tsuyu or rainy season started, a weather forecaster told Mei-Shun last night. Just one day before normal, on Shin’s birthday this year. It would be rather difficult for her to fix schedule outdoors, precisely regarding horsey riding. And to choose clothes as well — if tomorrow see temperature under 20 degrees Celsius, 3 serial days would give us April feeling so rare that experienced 20 years before.
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