I taught a class at a local juku (cram school) this evening, and I was leaving the head teacher gave me these. Red Bull is forever tied in my mind to the school summer holiday I spent getting blisters working at a factory called Blisters (really). Working (and singing Blink 182 songs, which is kind of embarrassing to remember) alongside one of my very very best friends, my job was to use a small wooden stick to assemble (‘dib’) the cardboard packaging for four-packs of the drink. Whenever a package came undone, sending the cans rolling onto the floor, the foreman would shout “someone’s dobbing not dibbing!” and we would giggle. I hated that job more than any other I’ve done, but that memory is more than worth it (even the Blink 182 bit).
*Edited to add: I kind of hate Red Bull.
Plum blossom is one of my very favourite things, and if the Spring-like weather of the last few days continue (no coat/gloves/hat! No freezing in the park while the toddler plays!) it won’t be long until this tree fully blooms.
The toddler and I ate some for dinner tonight with this wonderful carrot and miso soup from Smitten Kitchen.
It was beautiful today. bright enough for a parasol on the balcony.
Twenty-seven: Sunday Breakfast
Carrot, kabu, chard (so excited to find this in Japan) and tofu miso soup, and rice.
The train table is the highlight of any trip to the local department store.
Twenty-four: In town
A rare few days in the business district this week.
The best sticker book ever.
We watch “Okaasan to issho” (‘with Mother’) on NHK most afternoons. The toddler’s favourite is Poko Potato, and she is especially fond of the cat, Miinya.