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Everyday is like a holiday
I say, "Everyday is like a holiday", but it would be more correct to say, "Everyday is a holiday". After having had 8 days off in a row for Christmas, I have another 3 days off in a row! I'm getting so addicted to these days off that my working days seem like some strange phenemenon: It just feels really wierd going to work...musn't grumble though, I've got 3 days off!
I observed some kids' classes today and we were singing "Incy winsy spider" when it suddenly dawned upon me that music is cathartic : As I sat there making my fingers into spiders, I felt happy. I say, "Dawned upon me", but I should really say, "Remembered".
As I exited the train station tonight, I made my way to the convenience store, when I suddenly remembered the old man who owns a tiny liquor store - I have never seen anyone go in there and he's always sitting there half dead reading a book. So I thought, even though the beer is more expense there, it's worth it just to bring him back to life a little, and bring him back to life I did! As I faced the door to his shop, he jumped up and opened it for me, then told me I could put my bag down on the table by the till. I put my bag down and then went to the fridge to get my Chu-hi, his eyes following my every move. When he typed in the price on his till I felt his joy at having sold something. He was so happy. As I left he apologised for me tripping up over the door step...
I bought about 10 chicken balls for 140 Yen! That's really cheap. I also bought a potato salad for 240 Yen. That's quite expensive. You win some, you lose some!
I'm reading some more Haruki Murakami: Norwegian Wood. It's really good, Norwegian Wood. I really like him. He really is a genius, I think. There's something about the way he writes that's just so absorbing and interesting. Even if he's talking about 2 people just walking around a city for hours on end, it's fascinating. And he's funny and wierd too...
As I waited by the side of the road for the lights to turn green, I remembered something from the past. But I really couldn't remember if it was a dream I was remembering or a real past experience. I suppose past memories and dream can get mixed up. Or there's no real difference. Living in past memories is like living in dreams. Living now is the only way we can live...
Which leads me nicely to my dinner!
itadakimasu!!
posted by PA on Friday, January 07, 2005
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