Friday, August 21, 2015

Weekly Notes #2

I've decided to try to update with weekly notes more often since finding time to nice, long, coherent posts is hard. I'm going to quit when I get to #243 or so. (Not really, that just seems like a far away and unlikely number, so I'm going with it.)

1) My fur nephew died with shocking suddenness this weekend. It was devastating for my sister and sad for my whole family. Teddy has been a constant presence in our lives and conversations for nine years, and even lived with Tim and I briefly when Des first moved to NYC. No one, most likely including Teddy, remembered that period of time with great fondness, but still, he was a big part of the family. He was a truly unique personality and was mildly famous in Phoenix, New York, and London. I know for a fact that he is being mourned with actual tears and real grief on at least three continents and not many dogs can say that. Rest well, sweet Teddy, not in peace, but in perpetual motion with the wind in your fur, the way you loved life the most.


Photo courtesy of The Dogist, one of Teddy's many moments of minor celebrity. Incidentally The Dogist is a fabilous follow, if you like dogs. 

2) This was a quiet week for us. We are currently in the midst of the Japanese festival of Obon, arguably the most important holiday of the year here. (The other rival is the New Year.) Obon lasts roughly two weeks and is the festival for the dead. People travel to their furosato (home place) and receive the spirits of their ancestors. It is a lovely thought, and a special time...but it is one where we avoid leaving base. Japan is always crowded, but holidays are unreal. The best equivalent is probably imagining your local Target parking lot during the week before Christmas. But all day long, every day, with no parking, long lines to pay, eat, and use a bathroom. In short, we tend to hunker down on base and enjoy personal space until the frenzy dies down.

3) What We're Watching: Song of the Sea. This is an absolutely beautiful movie that deals with the ideas of family ties and loss through an old Celtic folktale about selkies, creatures that are part seal/part human. It's the most visually striking kids movie that I've seen since Bookof Life, but in the completely opposite way. Book of Life is a midday feverish nap dream, and Song of the Sea is a deep, deep dark of the night dream with softer colors and faded edges. Both are unforgettable. Graydon actually cried at the end, which is the first time I've seen him have such an emotional response to a movie. Best of all, it's available for free on Amazon Prime.
I just copied this from Google.



3) Lowest Parenting Moment: I had one of those Mommy tantrums the other day caused by the relentless unending series of Sisphyean tasks that comprise motherhood. You know, the drill, laundry, dishes, wipe bums, put away toys, break up fights, forever and ever amen. Anyway, I freaked out about something, who knows what, and Addie said: "Mom, I think you should eat something."
 She knows I get "hangry". I was ashamed/proud/amused. And I did eat something. It helped.

4) Speaking of observant kids, Graydon is a scamp. An observant, brilliant unmitigated rascal. I sat down for the first time in about four hours and he immediately said "Mom, why are you so lazy?" (something he hears when he refuses to put on his car seat straps). I immediately snapped and said "Excuse me, what did you just say to me, you ng man?" with the MamaAintPlayin voice and he said, without missing a beat, and with many dimples showing, "I said, 'Why are you so beautiful?'" I tried so hard not to laugh. I failed.






Wednesday, August 5, 2015

Weekly Notes


*Sometimes I think I am getting Japan. Then stuff like this happens, where one is invited to enter a giant ass. And I'm all like "OK, yeah, I don't even know."

http://kotaku.com/enter-a-huge-butthole-in-japan-1722184062
Enter a Huge Butthole in Japan
Is this shit for real? 


*This entry is a huge pain to type, because Emilia broke our wireless mouse. Hence we are using our old mouse which has a broken left click button. Fortunately, you only need to use that button about 15 times per minute, so it's totally no big deal. (sarcasm alert) How did she do this, you ask? By thoughtfully jerking the wireless mouse receiver piece thing (actual technical term) out of the port and hiding it over and over again. To date, I have found this tiny tiny little piece (picture a dime) in a shoe, in a cup, in her mouth, and inside a dvd drive. It beggars belief, but somehow it got warped and now, broken wireless mouse is back in effect. I suggested an actual mouse with a cord, but Tim snorted "What is this, 2011?" in response, which I think means "better to get carpal tunnel from repeated clicking than to use something out of date". 

*Every day at least one of my children is up before seven AM. In a desperate effort to get some time to myself (any time! any time at all!), I keep setting my alarm earlier and earlier. I am now getting up at or before 5:30 AM every day only to find that STILL at least one of my children is joining me before my first sip of coffee. I have room darkening shades in all their rooms. I run a fan outside in the stairway landing. I close their doors. I tiptoe. I don't flush the toilet (until they get up, at least). Next up: an operation to remove the tracking devices they left behind in my uterus. Normally they go to bed at 8 PM, but I have figured out that for every hour they stay up late, they will sleep a further five minutes in the morning and be impossible approximately four hours earlier than normal. I am no economics aficionado but I believe that is what they might call a bad deal.
Taken at approximately 5:37 AM.

 *Incidentally, the children are on summer break from youchien. I keep trying to explain the concept of vacation to them, but they cannot seem to differentiate their "normal life" from "vacation", which just proves that youth is, in fact, totally wasted on the young. If someone insisted to me that I sleep past seven, I would tell them they had me at "sleep". EXTREMELY SUBTLE HINT. I think this is what they call foreshadowing in literature, because I am almost sure that I will get an offer to sleep in this weekend. Hope springs eternal!

This is my dream. Just with none of these people in it.


"Graydon, let's pretend we're eating lunch at school! Go get your color hat and picnic mat!" Obviously when one is on vacation, one should pretend to be back at youchien.


*Speaking of vacation, we went on vacation last weekend to celebrate our "Japannniversary" (possibly spelled incorrectly, if it is possible to misspell a made up word). It deserves a long post of its own, but here is a little sneak peek.

Cape Mihama. A panoramic put together by my talented husband.