Mei-Shun walked just 5 minutes to a hair salon this morning. According to Dr. W, dehydration is the worst for a sore throat. She prescribed effective medicine as well, allowed this one of her loyal patients to feel much better. The latter therefore ordered warm green tea while waiting for dyeing paste to calm down. Oops, please do not make her cheek brown.
Yes, Mei-Shun put one on Shin’s desk while he was having a morning bath. It is from a shop in Tokyo as usual, gave her a nice experience this year. She ordered it to arrive with regular parcels, yet a delivery business mistakenly brought the box to another place. It made her contact a lady in charge, who helped well until a white package filled with good sweets reached worried hands. Thanks a million, Ms. I.
A few years seem to pass after Mei-Shun bought a bucket to put horsey gears within. It has served her by normal jobs; to water outdoor units of air conditioners in summer, to wash cleaning rags for example. Now Mr. Green, could you work as a flower vase for a lovely bouquet Shin gave her recently? He kindly said yes, while making several drops on a plastic sheet.
What on the gas stove happened to you, Ms. Iron? When one of burners sounded that hot water was ready in you this morning, Mei-Shun put on an oven mitt as usual. Feeling something weird, she took it off to find a part melted — instead of burned. You seem to drip from shut between spout and body, honey. Please let her say thanks and good-bye.
One of colorful thorns on the head of a crystal dragon came off again. Shin gave him to Mei-Shun as a Christmas gift decades before. And oh-no, a tiny stone of Tanzanite fell out of a packet, rolling over and over on the floor to stop somewhere she cannot see. Well, her carelessness made it occur: she held above piece of glass in right hand when tried to open the lid of jewelry box in the left.
We have 白露=hakuro, the 3rd of autumnal 二十四節気 today. 白 means white and 露 drop, while the latter fell down on mom-in-law’s table this morning upset her so much. When she made a phone call to Mei-Shun, it was 5 : 00 that her daughter-in-law jumped up from a futon mat wondering something occurred to Shin. None of his numbers shown! A sigh of relief.
Oh? A letter to Mei-Shun arrived, from Spanish examination secretariat. She gave up taking it in June when rainy season said to have already gone. It was too torrid to go outdoors, or seemed even dangerous to get on a train bound for Tokyo. What would have come if any accident occur, stopped air conditioning? Ah, that is why above paper has blanks in score and result.
This is Mountain Day, one of the last national holidays set in Heisei era. We adults have obon summer vacation from August 13th to 16th, while children for as long as one and a half month from the end of July. The former Mei-Shun has a few spots between right fingers, became aware of several scores to play Ms. Piano make her feel itchy. Tempo does not matter, yet fingering.
Mei-Shun cleaned up rooms in earlier morning, avoiding harsh sunlight which leads to a lot of beads on her face. She reserved a hair salon nearby Tokyo Station in the evening, leaving home around 15 : 00. Just before opening the door, Shin gave her a message that it rains hard there. However, the wife found no teardrop on train windows nor streets outdoors. It might be a sudden downpour.
8 – 8 – 8 = Ya-Ya-YaStandard
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.