Spent my 8 hours in washing machine Melor, with minimal loss of life, limb or property. I regret to inform the readership that my lovely flowering tree, which did so gallantly stand guard at my front step, defending my gaijin-decency against the prying eyes of the Japanese, met with an unfortunate end at the hands of gale-force winds, being ripped limb from limb, until a mere stalk remained. He will be missed, as will his brethren on other properties which previously prevented me from even knowing I had neighbors. These newly discovered neighbors may consider themselves lucky (or unlucky) that it is no longer the blisteringly hot "naked season" here on Kikai.
Aside from that:
The children of Dai-ichi Middle school suffered the tragic loss of a single day of my wonderful presence. Many of them may have gone on to become senators, star athletes and astronauts, if only they had that one extra day to bask within my confidence bolstering aura. Now, they'll probably turn to drugs, and die in a gang turf war. Will your cruelty never end Melor?
My fingers suffered some minimal burns, caused by an abundance of candles, hot melted wax, and boredom.
A pot of rice also suffered a terrible fate when the power blinked off again, right around dinner time.
Finally, someone, somewhere, is missing a single roof tile, a corner piece if I am not mistaken. If you can describe it, you can have it back.
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Glad you came through it all safely. I have visions of trees bending to the gale force winds.
ReplyDeleteEnjoyed your description of the various festivals. I don't know how I got there, but landed on a site with photos of the giant p-----s being carried through the streets by pretty Japanese women. Amazing what is publicly venerated!