Sunday. A pretty good evening, last night, the cough much reduced as I lounged about drinking "Zhu Cha" Pearl Tea and watching my Japanese soaps in my usual non-Japanese speaking, non-Japanese cultural understanding mode. The one impossibly saccharine (it's been running forever) Japanese soap (in which the photographer eventually gets the depressingly perky girl) finally finished last Saturday and the new one, at first glance, I must admit looks problematic, although the cartoonish off the wall heroine is unusually (for a Japanese heroine) fond of beer.
Perhaps it's going to turn out to be a Japanese twelve step program, young mother makes good and manages after many adventures to conform to accepted Japanese norms of beer propriety. My guess is young mothers don't drink a six pack before going to bed in polite Japanese society. Then again, it's not all that indicative of a life on track here. Certainly there'd be no question if she were drinking sake. If she banged back a bottle or two of sake after tucking the kid in for the night there'd be no problem and the issues she's dealing with (for the purposes of entertaining a Japanese audience) would obviously have nothing to do with booze.
Why not just watch movies on Saturday night and forget this fiddling with Chinese and Japanese television?
Well, I did drink a pot of the "Zhu Cha" gun powder tea as I mentioned last night, the chest cold is markedly better and the head is feeling pretty good. I got lots of stuff done in PhotoShop for ArtAndLife, some of which I'll post pretty soon. Good signs we're over the hump. Not much coughing. I also posted some of the photographs I took going up and down the coast last month (do you remember last month?), nothing I'd like to be remembered by, as they were shot as kind of an afterthought while driving, but they're interesting if I ever follow up one day and do them right so we'll let Saturday night take a rest. Maybe movies would be better, I'm not toally dogmatic here. Hong Kong shoot 'em ups with English subtitles: Jackie Chan, Jet Li, John Woo.
They're saying more rain this afternoon, clearing Monday, then rain on Tuesday. The sun is poking through between the clouds as noon approaches, but I'm not going anywhere without an umbrella. The chest cold is much better, but I'm taking no chances. Nice to have a clearer head, though, life becoming more than clenching your teeth as you go stumbling into bed, a bed that hasn't been made for a month.
You never make your bed. I'm surprised you change your sheets so often.
No need to make the bed when you're a bachelor. A little thing, you might think, but one of many little things that add up and be thankful for.
So we're not looking for Ms. Right, then? No tucked in sheets for your future?
Ms. Right took off with a guitar player named Ed in a Volkswagen mini-bus in 1974. She hasn't been seen since and doesn't send cards.
And this has made you bitter?
It was my guitar.