Adventures in Japan

Squishy

Carla is back. Has been back for a while. I meant to blog a bit more in her absence. But I didn't. I'll try to catch us all up. Yay!

Whilst Carla was gone I was invited out to a day of Japanese culture. There was singing and dancing and beautiful costumes and instruments and suck. This went on for five hours. We stayed for two. There is such a thing as too much culture. And in this day and age culture is not something to waste. And it would have been a waste of culture if we had staid any longer. Our brains could absorb no more culture.

After the culture we went for pizza. I only mention that so I can mention this: as I was picking up a couple slices from the buffet, a little Japanese boy decided to try out his English on me. "Eh... to..."(the Japanese equivalent of 'ummm...") he said, "I like this one." as he picked up a slice with tuna and corn on it.

"Me too!" I said and gave him a thumbs up. He squealed with delight and ran away.

What else? My University job is done for the year. Maybe I'll be working there next year, maybe not. Who knows. The kids seemed to like the classes.

I know there was more to mention.

I have to dress up as Santa all week. I don't mind the constant sweating. I don't mind the pig kids jumping on my lap. I can deal with all that. I can cope. It's the beard. Not the fact that I cough up white furballs at the end of every day. No. It's where the elastics hook around my ears to keep the whole thing anchored in place. I cuts into my ears and bends them into uncomfortable positions. My ears are throbbing as I type this. Only three days to go!

I'm looking forward to coming home, but I ain't gotten enuff Carla yet. I'se gonna miss dat gurl.