Mei-Shun has taken lessons on horseies going counterclockwise for over a whole year. Maybe because of it, she feels somehow weird within left groin these days. Earnest practice is important, yet too much could be pernicious. That seems to resemble typhoons which revolve ever-to-the-left, often give violent downpour rather than expected watering. So she asked Ms. I for good balance in a private, clockwise curriculum.
Welcome to our home. Your predecessor worked for 12 years, recently had some trouble with cacophony. Shin likes you so much, yet quite surprised at the price, picked you up on the net for more reasonable purchase. Now you are here, it is Mei-Shun who is in charge of operation. You work as a laundry box, while as a dryer before and after washing respectively? That sounds terrific.
Mei-Shun needs to renew her certificate for immigration-related jobs, being in a hurry a bit this time. Hers will be expired at the end of next month, so she planned to attend an imperative seminar in April at Yokohama. However, it seems they failed to reserve a hall there, replaced it by one in Okinawa! Anyway, one of the relics of Edo Castle gave gentle words of “well done” to her.
Who is here? Is Mei-Shun really a woman of human being? To her disappointment, she is. Two of three sugar bags she lost in the latest year came back around her waist all of a sudden. It took just a month, showing how easy it is for one’s body to return to its biggest size. Causes are clear; less exercise, more eating. Now is the time to resume her methods.
Mei-Shun has learned English, French and Chinese so far. In order to cover more region on the globe, she decided to step out for another major language. There is no problem for her to pronounce Spanish except for “rr” where the tongue have to be curled before trembled. Grammar resembles French, easy to learn. She enjoys it, feeling how simple and convenient English is.
Mei-Shun loves this lovely little flower from her childhood, when she walked to nearby woods almost every day. They seem to close petals when it rains, while patiently look for sunlight under heavy clouds. Even gale does not matter to them, they stand still along this windy lane between rice paddy. Now she reached the nearest shrine, going up stairs to find a white plum in half blossom.
“Le Cygne” is a simple score. Only a sharp in F keys, three pages. It is, however, quite hard to make this melody go smoothly. Mei-Shun might recognize it from her days at a junior high school when she belonged to a brass band club. They have played “Le Carnaval des Animaux” by the quick prelude. Such scores are worth practicing, just opposite to above basic technique is indispensable.