I really have nothing to say, but I wanted to post this picture. Kanazawa is having one last go at winter with some colder temps and threats of snow, though nothing to make me think twice about having removed my snow tires last weekend. If nothing else, the weather has created some dramatic lighting when the sun escapes from the clouds between squalls. Yesterday I was taking the very long way to where I was going, as in start out driving in the wrong direction in the hopes of taking some good pictures. In my hierarchy of awesomeness regarding the feats of Mother Nature, low clouds crashing into mountains are right up there with high waves crashing onto the beach. At this point though, I’ll take mundane clear blue skies and enough warmth to keep the windows down in the car.
In her comment on my last post my mother requested ‘more news,’ which I interpret as ‘more pictures of Ray.’ That’s all well and good since I have no real news to report. My days have been filled with rain and trips to the gym in a futile attempt to shed the girth I accumulated in America. If the weather ever clears up I hope to get out and take some pretty pictures of something other than my child. Until then, here you go.
Yesterday was a beautiful day, warm and sunny. It was very windy though, and as the sun set the wind really picked up. Japanese houses are built to wobble, given all the earthquakes here, and last night’s wind also set our abode a-shakin’ on numerous occasions. Chieko was freaked out but I was enjoying it.
Ray decided nobody was going to sleep this morning, so I was up at 7 relieving Chieko, who had already been dealing with him for several hours. The first thing I noticed was that the car and all the windows were covered in dust. The second thing that struck me was the wild color of the morning sky. This picture looks like I added a sepia filter to it, but this is what the neighborhood looked like this morning. From time to time, when the winds are blowing hard enough in the right direction, Japan gets covered in the infamous yellow dust that drifts over from the Gobi Desert in China. I’m not sure if this was it, but it made a mess of things wherever it came from.
But the combination of dust, cloud, and a rising sun made for a very atmospheric morning.
Ray eventually fell asleep with Chieko in bed, and I took a morning drive down to the beach. The waves were pretty big, but it was windy and messy and not very good picture-taking weather. I’m glad I spent a lot of time outside yesterday, because today was a stinker weather-wise. I don’t have much else to say, which is good since Ray is initiating a freakout. Happy Sunday.
I’d say we’re getting back into the swing of things here, but our suitcases still sit open and mostly full in the tatami room while we set about cluttering up the rest of the house, and Ray (and by default Chieko) is suffering from jet lag. He’s still on east coast America time, so falls asleep early in the afternoon and wakes up around midnight for a few hours. We stretched him out a bit today though so hopefully he’ll be back to normal over the next few days.
Yesterday we went to a community center in town so Ray could get his first vaccinations. I’m not exactly sure what they were, being the attentive parent that I am. Babies are supposed to get vaccinated at four months, so the town sets a date when all of-age babies can come and get measured, weighed, manipulated, and injected. There were probably 50 4 month-old babies there, and it was funny to see how much they were like Ray — crying in the same way, making the same babbling noises, flailing their appendages around. Ray got a clean bill of health and didn’t cry too much when he got poked. That said, because there were so many people, it took about 3 hours to get through everything. I was the slightest bit losing my mind by the end of it.
Today we went out and had sushi for lunch. Chieko has been craving proper Japanese food since before we got back here, so we endeavored to satisfy her needs. It was drizzling on our way home but cleared up enough for me to get out into the yard and start cleaning up the garden for the spring. I transplanted some strawberry plants that were perilously close to the slug-friendly concrete retaining wall between our yard and the neighbor. I also did some weeding. One of the old ladies who tends the garden behind our house left a clump of onions in our yard while we were at lunch, so I also threw them in the ground.
I was surprised to find, upon waking up Wednesday morning, that the broccoli I had left for dead had actually, finally, spouted some edible parts. We haven’t eaten it yet, but need to soon since it’s just withering away on the dining room table.
As I was puttering around in the yard the weather really cleared up and it became an absolutely beautiful afternoon. Chieko was heading out to the grocery store, so I loaded Ray into the stroller and wandered out amongst the rice paddies. I admit that half the reason I take Ray out for walks is in the hopes that some of the neighbors are out to ogle Ray tell me how cute he is. I was in luck today.
The snow on the mountains near us is dwindling, but off in the distance Hakusan is still living up to its name.
I’m digging all the green around these parts though, and it’s supposed to be a very springy 66 degrees tomorrow. Good car washing, snow tire removing weather. Have a nice weekend.
Ray represents the whole family in his expression of enthusiasm when it comes to 24 hours trips to and from Japan.
I need to find a faster way of getting back and forth between these two countries, or at least start making enough money to spring for first class. Aside from being soul-sappingly long, our trip was otherwise smooth. We got home about an hour and a half ago, and I have since showered a days worth of sweat and grease off my body and out of my hair, had a shave, and brushed my teeth for about twenty minutes. Attempts to scrounge up some food in house have been feeble, but there’s wine and cheese, so we’ll survive the night.
I looking forward to daylight and seeing what our yard looks like after three and half weeks. Are my onions and garlic surviving at all? I also stepped on the scale to assess the damage of my hard living back in the States, and suffice to say it will take me equally as long to get back to my pre-gluttonous form. Back to salads for me for the next few weeks.
And I think that’s about all the energy I can devote to the blog tonight. But we’re back in one piece, for anyone who cares.