T-Side

After my lessons on Thursday evenings, I have been going to Kamakura to pick up Indian dinner for D.J. and me. A couple of months ago, we found this review of the place and have been going back frequently ever since. The owners have come to know me and we sit around and talk while they make my food for carry out. They also usually give me a glass of warm tea while I wait. I’ve never had any tea like this and I love it. So, while I was waiting for my food I asked them about it and they taught me how to make it. I was SO excited to get a lesson in making this stuff. Maybe next time they’ll teach me how to make my favorite, Mutton Che Tenad. Yum.

Not gonna happen

OMG. The Jehovah’s Witnesses are stalking me! I have said that I’m not interested. I’ve told them that I’ve done my own exploring and came to my own decisions about God and spirituality and today I turned them away for the the fifth time. The first time the came, I was just surprised to find them here in Japan. They were Japanese and didn’t speak English, but they gave me some literature and I said “no thank you” and shook my head, indicating that I wasn’t interested. After I shut the door, I came laughing into the hallway to tell DJ what had happened and realized that, um…they probably heard me laughing at them. I figured that at least they wouldn’t come back. Wrong. The second and third time I talked to an American and a Japanese woman. I explained that I wasn’t going to convert and that Buddhism was right for me. I had asked all the questions and done all the research and I was happy with my decision. The American told me that she was out and just trying to spread the truth and I again said thanks, but no thanks. The fourth time came two Japanese and today was a single Japanese woman. Shouldn’t they have blacklisted me or something by now? I’m not going to convert, it’s just not going to happen! It’s less creepy than it is just plain weird here. Although…I have to admit, it is a little creepy.

Today was also the first day back to school after the holidays for some of the kids. This did not go over well for one of the students in my class. This first class is always the hardest for me because this class is full of three year olds (thankfully it’s the only one). We even got a new student today so now we’re up to five 3 year olds. They are really cute, but they have so much energy and understand so little, that I just feel at a loss to do much. The teacher I work with there is very good with them, thank god. I know that she would like me to become more assertive and take more control over the class, but I just get so lost. I can’t teach English while trying to get two boys from head butting each other and two others from spinning around in a circle and one launching himself off of the table. They don’t understand my commands and so she is able to grab their attention in Japanese and then steer it back to English. This is obviously another reason why I need to learn Japanese, but one thing at a time.

So they begin the class with one child knocking on the door. (This is routine for all classes). “Who is it?” The first child asks. “It’s me (fill in the name), may I come in?” “Yes, you may!” And then the long handshake “Hello, how are you doing?” “Just fine thank you, and you?” “I’m fine too, thank you. Please come in and take off your shoes.”

It’s the same routine every single class and he’s been at this school for at least a year. But, with two weeks away from school…he wasn’t happy about having to do it again and so he screamed and cried. We didn’t try to make him do the introductions once he started crying and he calmed down fairly soon afterwards. Then a half hour into the class, he and another boy are rough housing and he falls and the water works start again. I don’t know what was with him today…I’ve seen this kid launch himself all over the room, falling and banging into things, but today was the first time I’ve seen tears. His mom sat through the class since he’d cried at the beginning and she just sat there giggling at him. I felt a little bad for him, but well…not that bad.

Going downhill

Yesterday I missed the bus so as I often do, I took the hill behind the house. I love Japan for these paths everywhere. I can also go uphill and view Fuji-san, but yesterday I had to make it to work on time. I love the peace you feel in the middle of the woods. It’s quiet and full of life and yet you hardly ever see another person back there. It’s nice to get away from the crush and noise of the city sometimes. I’ve hiked up and down in the day and in the darkness and believe me, the woods are always different. Please excuse the shoddy camera work. I took all the photos with my phone.

Bird Cookies

A student brought me bird cookies for Christmas the other day. I LOVE this things. I am totally obsessed. They’re called Hato (doves) and made by Toshimaya. They’re uniquely from Kamakura (which is conveniently only one train stop away). They’re just butter cookies, but I love them. My Japanese neighbor HATES them and calls them foul, but I just can’t get enough. I was first given one by a neighbor who had just moved in and then my obsession grew.

HatoBird Cookie

This gift was given by my eldest student. She’s a sweet elderly woman who lives in my neighborhood. She gets dressed up for my lessons and as far as I can tell…this and going to the doctor are the highlights of her week. Every time she comes over she says the same things, “Oh..nice smell” and “Your house. So clean. Always so clean.” I don’t know if she’s surprised that an American’s home can be so clean or smell so good, if she actually thinks it stinks and is dirty or just has no idea as to what else to say. I’m guessing it’s the latter. But I bet she doesn’t know that about a half hour before she gets here, I’m scrambling around the place throwing stuff in the laundry room . Or does she?

Daruma dolls

Daruma doll in my bedroom

When Mom was here I bought myself a Daruma doll at the shrine in Asakusa. Daruma dolls are armless and legless, hollow and round wish dolls that you buy eyeless. You paint one eye in black ink as you make your wish. You then paint the other one in when your wish comes true or the year ends. I’m not telling what my wish was, but it did not come true. The year ended. Once both eyes are filled in you are then apparently supposed to take the doll back to the shrine to have it burned by the priests. This is because you are not supposed to throw anything away that has eyes. It is also done for purification reasons. It tells that kami (or gods) that you have not given up on the wish, but are on another path to make it come true. I like that sentiment a lot.

I doubt I’ll take it back to the shrine, although I would like to get another one and make another wish. I am obviously on a different path to make the previous wish to come true, so new wishes are always good. I have a feeling that this will instead be burnt on the grill in the backyard. Since BBQ’s happen in this house about once a week, it’ll go soon. Have no fear.

Still hopingFilled in

Lazy Days

Happy New Year! DJ and I spent the night at home and yes, we did actually make it to midnight…awake. We even got to ring in the New Year several times over. We celebrated at 11am for Rio and at 12pm for someplace else but, we finally cracked the champagne at 2pm on New Years day to celebrate the new year for those of you back on the east coast. I didn’t want to crack the Moet, but I obviously had to. For you. Not me. <cough, cough>
sunlight in the living room

So, DJ is back to work (even though there isn’t much to get done since it’s still New Years day in the states) and I have been cleaning up. We had Shara and her friend stay here from Sunday night to Monday night so I had plenty of cleaning to do. Mostly just sweeping since the wood floors collect so much dust and cat hair, that I could easily sweep every day and still have to sweep a few more times to make it decent. But once my sweeping and washing dishes is finished, I like to stretch out on the living room floor with the kitties (today only Zorro felt up to it) in the sun and listen to my podcasts.

Listening to podcasts are one way I get to connect with news from the states, keep the house filled with voices (it can get a little lonely) and still feel like I’m learning something. They are extremely handy for my hour long trip to base when I take public transportation and on the car trip back, when I get to use my FM transmitter. The radio in the car is American, which doesn’t pick up Japanese frequencies (ours are too high and theirs are too low). I could listen to CD’s, which I do, or I can listen to the military AFN network play bad music. So, again, the podcasts save my life.

iPod heaven

For example, when I was in Australia and DJ had left early in the morning to go back to the ship and my flight didn’t leave until late in the evening, my podcasts came to be of great comfort. He had gone to finish the deployment (another two months) and I was wandering around the city alone and facing the imminent return to an empty house. The only way I was able to get through that day was in listening to my podcasts (thank you Click and Clack).

So…today was sunny (up until a few minutes ago…it’s now clouding over) and beautiful. The temps. are still in the mid to lower 50′s and I’ve got the heat on downstairs (no central heat in Japan). And Zorro and I spent the better part of the morning hanging out on the floor. That is…until the birdies started a party in the backyard. Then I was no longer very interesting to him.

Zorro rollover