Lunar October started yesterday. Shin and Mei-Shun walked to the nearest shrine together, after an interval of longer than half an year, to make wishes respectively. The husband drew an omikuji lot of 凶=kyo, the worst luck while the wife 吉=kichi, lucky. Well, the latter also mentioned 大凶=dai-kyo, worse than 凶 if she would not improve anything bad right now. Two commandments must be taken to hearts.
Oh, no, Mikan-chan, please do not run through a glass slide door open to a verandah. It is a place for green pots and futon mats, not for bare paws like yours. Are you all right? Come to mom. We hear thunder from minutes before, under such a blue sky. However, it took less than an hour to change into grey. Cumulonimbi seem to approach. Well, Mei-Shun wishes a good rainfall after 11 all-dry days.
Mei-Shun has meant to eat and make exercise carefully for a month, when lives tend to be sedentary for many people on our mother earth. It is therefore nonsense if she should attribute her bags of sugar around the waist to lovely horseies — she owes it totally to herself. Now she arrived the nearest shrine, greeted Gods and drew omikuji lots. Oh, no, it was 凶=kyo, the least lucky for her again.
Ms. Scarlet has been hit in the left rear tyre for several times so far by Mei-Shun. Now it came at last: a scar reached breaking point with a weird, dull sound. She continued to drive toward the nearest station to pick up Shin. The wife is normally dull at any trouble on a car, yet recognized rattling noise started just after the couple met. The husband immediately told her to stop, made first-aid by following one.
Mei-Shun is used to 日高昆布, dried kelp grown in Hokkaido, for miso soup. However, her favorite net shop runs out of this breed these days. She therefore tried 利尻昆布, from another city in the same prefecture. To her astonishment, much of that fermented soybean paste is trapped by stronger viscosity of the latter. Saltiness is released after a night, contracts her tongue and eyes in the morning.
Today is Mei-Shun’s birthday on lunar calendar. She has made those pretty roses hung so far to dry up. Now she must take more care of actions around her pillow where a silver pot accommodating another beauty below. Such a heedless person often hit her head, shoulders, arms, hands, legs and feet on something harder than a tofu corner — while her back into this crispy, light artwork.
Mei-Shun visited the hospital again today for CT held once an year while half-year meeting with Dr. A. The former appointment was set in the morning, the latter in the afternoon. Before the ex-inpatient took the first sip of strawberry milk at noon, they called her via PA system. She should have given them blood sample, so sorry. And when she was washing hands in a restroom, the door suddenly opened!
Mei-Shun heard an interloper call her when she was involved in picking up gingko leaves on balcony floor. Hey, Tora-chan, what are you doing there? You remember that she told you over and over NOT to enter Mikan-chan’s territory, don’t you? It includes this outdoor space surrounded by a fence. Shin and Mei-Shun quite like you staying downstairs. Please keep a good girl.
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.