Mei-Shun used to visit monthly a local bank to get new bills. Our traditional arts including kabuki dance, 茶道=sado tea ceremony, 華道=kado flower arrangement for examples, often welcome them rather than old ones. On the other hand, ATMs of her main bank sometimes offer notes clean enough to work for such opportunities. That seems like a lottery, would be her new custom.
It seems too soon for us to enter rainy season in May, yet this week saw such weather. Mei-Shun was forced to cancel reservations at her horsey riding club on Monday and today. Well, it is your turn, Ms. Piano, to play with her instead of Princess Maria and others. Wishing a full moon at Sunday night, let’s sing her scores composed by Master Debussy and Beethoven as usual.
Mei-Shun resumed listening to above class on the radio. And Evaluación del Conocimiento de la Lengua Española waits application by her who is wondering which is better to take, 5th or 4th grade. Well, she actually took both for French years before. Similar language might require an equivalent challenge; easier one first, another a bit more difficult next.
Thank you so much, Ms. Manifest and Princess Maria. These ladies were kind partners in Mei-Shun’s final dance of 2021 at a horsey riding club. She actually sees herself weird in canter these days. One reason is clear: too less practice than before. In order to put on well 二足の草鞋=2 pairs of sandals for hobbies, she has to control pessimistic emotion — find good, be effective.
Hi again, Princess Maria. Listen, Ms. Piano at Mei-Shun’s home would be cared soon. Rain prevented her from dancing with you today, while that novel coronavirus did Mr. O from contacting some of his clients. Oh, it seems to stop, yet club field is full of little puddles in horseshoes size. Now Ms. Last One, shall we go there? Please do not throw this mom onto the ground, since she is made of sugar.
Mei-Shun visited Master Bando instead of Tuesday. Since another Friday student canceled today’s lesson, it became much more intensive than usual. It is always concentrated of course, yet long-time student like Ms. K often joins others in performance. She has learned so many scores that helps new comers who sometimes forget how to do next.
So Mei-Shun’s hair was finally cut today, postponed twice. Quiet afternoon brought a head covered with a bit slovenly long, black ones into a train, yet one of her favorite seats was occupied by a girl on the right side to Tokyo. It sees Ushiku Pond, a cup noodle-shaped chimney and a wedding site while Skytree on the left. The latter lit a few stars under evening sky when she returned to Ibaraki.
Oh, Ms. Piano, Mei-Shun misses you so much. A slight cold, came from Shin perhaps, prevented her from even touching you for these several days. In addition, she had to get used to a new lifestyle; twice horsey-riding lessons a week, once kabuki-dance. Since it is all the opposite of her pattern from October, she has found it difficult to control a different kind of fatigue.
Mei-Shun visited a beauty saloon nearby Tokyo Station for curling today. It is her first experience of “air-wave” technology to dry rolled rods in lower temperature 50-60 degrees Celsius, compared to “digital” one at approximately 100. The apparatus looks like an astronaut who returns to our mother earth soon to bring a capsule filled with miracle of solar system.
Here are face masks Mei-Shun purchased at her horsey riding club. Oh, please do not kick us, Mr. Tea Time. This candidate of your mom would like to dance with you more, yet is currently able to spare only once a week. She is looking forward to December when her performance on stage would be safely over. Ms. I and you will be reserved to complete her mission: canter on you.