Since it has become a bit freezing at night, Mei-Shun chose a doubled kimono for a lesson in kabuki dance tonight. After hanging it to remove folded lines, she went out for walking in 乙戸沼 Park. When was the last time she came here? Gingko trees have already changed into yellow coats, while one in her backyard still puts on green. And oh, it started raining. Single yukata seems better.
Welcome into Mei-Shun’s mouth. Yes, she made it, yet maybe for only a moment like Hayabusa Asteroid Probe made a touch-down on Ryugu. After the gastroscopy last week, she went home and had normal supper. Since it was a single meal passing breakfast and lunch, just two fingers of calvados with a tiny piece of cake and fruits were served as dessert. And … everything had gone.
Mei-Shun’s first-tailored 下駄 finally made a debut last night. It was clear with bright moonlight, let her put them on walking to a nearby community center. She gave a lesson in kabuki dance to Professor M there, while had her own practice to make smooth steps on these pair of wooden sandals. When she came back home to put them off, her white 足袋=tabi, kimono socks were found … contaminated.
… a cotton candy, yet just a little crispy one this morning. Mei-Shun felt a bit tired because she cleaned up the eastern terrace and roof floor yesterday. Typhoon Faxai hit Chiba Prefecture seriously, while forced her a back-stiffening labor to remove fallen gingko leaves from around plugholes. She thought it deserves that fluffy sweets stored in the refrigerator.
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.
Both Shin and Mei-Shun deserved drops from the ceiling. It was caused by flood on the roof floor. Drain was clogged by dust which came from vegetable pots the former set there years before, while the latter never cleaned up. Since they were made of paper, broken little by little with rainwater and snow, spreading filled soil. It crawled into corners to work as plugs, yet removed by a kind repairer.
It might be, tiny gold frog. When Mei-Shun picked up winter clothes at a laundry, you came back in a plastic bag written “left in a pocket”. Shin and his wife drew the same omikuji lot at 橘寺 with you attached. Nobody knows which of the couple you belong to, yet anyway it means she nearly let you beat hard in a big machine. Is it the reason why her latest lots were 凶, the worst luck and 末吉, the least lucky?