Weeks have passed since Mei-Shun visited 乙戸沼 Park last time. Cherry blossom has all gone, gingko babies have grown up, left deep green on branches. It is very nice to walk under these gorgeous parasols. Wind is so cool after surfing on the pond. You would find blue irises greeting while going across a wooden bridge, followed by a lot of grey, big-mouth friends.
While Mei-Shun relaxed at nearby beauty salon, a slight accident occurred in her … lower body. Something began to knock her from inside, getting stronger little by little from a castanet via small and big drums to a cymbal. She immediately left with a frozen smile on the face, drove carefully to home. Yes, she made it — a narrow escape.
They looked quite all right. It was Mei-Shun whose concentration wondered around the elliptical riding ground, going counterclockwise. She likes to see rainy sight, hesitates to step into it without any gears. However, Shin and mom-in-law never share her feeling — could you stop using her favorite umbrella as a walking stick?
Mei-Shun spilled olive oil in the kitchen this morning. She was shocked first, and thought after a moment that it was not so awful. This ingredient is not only a great source of unsaturated fat but also reputed as a fine cosmetic. Then why don’t we make up the floor with it? A bit slippery though.
Mei-Shun went to Shinagawa for a haircut and lunch with Shin. He has been in the busiest time of the year. We discussed on the phone to exchange his souvenir from Kyushu and clothes. Mei-Shun prepared it in a small bag, bring it down to the porch and — left it there. Oh- oh.
No, I’ll never let mom do it. She ignores me when this floppy one is in her hands. I do not like it. See what happens to him under me. Now I’ve made it. Meow.
Well, thanks and good job, Mikan-chan.
Look at me.
… and my back.
Mikan-chan knows well the best place to take a nap. Her current favorite is a narrow space in oshiire (=Japanese-style closet) of our bedroom. Here is the way she sometimes notifies mom where she stays. And please find coins which Shin generously left in the pocket.
Hi, mom.
Laundered to shine?
Tora-chan likes to rest in a plant pot these days. It might work as a stomach warmer in the morning, facing east. Her tabby coat looks so much harmonized with the soil that we are surprised when she jumps toward us at the porch.
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It’s normally all right. Mei-Shun is not so bad at making popcorn. However, she turned a wrong page this morning – most of them are browned or even blacked, smelling burned. Oh no, we would like popped ones. Tomorrow again.
One night later, shocked garlic looks all right in a soy-sauce pool. And that strong scent is recovered. Good boys, Shin would be satisfied with you. Osechi, rice cakes and sweets have made us weigh a little (?) more, so see you next week.
