{"id":515,"date":"2004-10-21T12:13:00","date_gmt":"2004-10-21T12:13:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/bryan.fredricks.net\/blog\/?p=515"},"modified":"2004-10-21T12:13:00","modified_gmt":"2004-10-21T12:13:00","slug":"alive","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/bryan.fredricks.net\/blog\/?p=515","title":{"rendered":"Alive"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>That was a serious typhoon!  It was consistently windy and rainy for a long time, and a lot of stuff was damaged around my neighborhood.  It&#8217;s not exactly a war zone out there, but pretty messy by Japanese standards.  <\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;ve been on a new routine where I wake up an hour early to have some time to myself, instead of rushing out to catch the train.  I hardly miss the sleep, and it&#8217;s nice to wander around my place with tons of time to spare.  This morning I made a nice big egg sandwich for breakfast, had a cup of tea in the living room, and did some stretching to loosen up my muscles for the day.  Uh oh, break out the granola and the meditation books!<\/p>\n<p>The students were back at their exams, and I enjoyed a few hours of studying in the teacher&#8217;s office.  We decided to go over to visit Mr. Harada in the hospital.  He&#8217;s recovering little by little, and so Mr. Hayashi arranged a visit for us.  Japanese tradition is to give somebody an envelope of money when you visit them in the hospital apparently, and I contributed what everyone else did, 2500 yen (around $25).  <\/p>\n<p>Mr. Harada was looking really good, actually.  He&#8217;s off smoking and salty foods &#8211; two of his favorite things.  Really simple decision about smoking &#8211; the doctors said that if he smokes again, he&#8217;ll die.  The way it was translated to me made it sound like the first puff and his heart would explode.  I&#8217;m not sure it would be that serious, but I&#8217;m no doctor.<\/p>\n<p>Mr. Harada was really happy to see everyone and spent a little time talking to each person.  He even talked to me a bit, half in Japanese and half in English.  What a nice guy &#8211; we didn&#8217;t talk very much at school, but he always had a big smile on his face.  He&#8217;s about my age, but looks about ten years older.  Maybe the cessation of smoking will help.<\/p>\n<p>Afterwards I came home, and on the way through Ito Yokado found a steak at a low low price, so I had that and fried up some potatoes that Kuniko&#8217;s mom had sent over a couple of weeks ago.  It was delicious.  She also sent some yams, but I have no idea what to do with those.  I&#8217;m not a big yam fan.<\/p>\n<p>When I had finished dinner Jane knocked on my door and invited me over to Ito Yokado for dinner.  I went along and got a dessert and watched her eat some pepper rice and steak &#8211; it looked great.  After dinner we bumped into two other new ALTs, and they had me do some translation with the clerk about delivering some merchandise.  They are a quirky Canadian couple &#8211; they always seem to share a little too much information about their private lives.  Tonight they complained that the boyfriend was so weak from a recent sickness that he can&#8217;t pick her up and take her to the bedroom anymore.  Oh, thanks for the info. <\/p>\n<p>To wrap up the evening I went along with Jane as she shopped for supplies, and even had a free sample or two of the food from the friendly vendors.  Then we headed back and I&#8217;ve been cleaning up a little for Kuniko&#8217;s visit this weekend.  It&#8217;s also the Futami matsuri on Sunday, so I&#8217;m looking forward to that.  This week has flown by!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>That was a serious typhoon! It was consistently windy and rainy for a long time, and a lot of stuff was damaged around my neighborhood. It&#8217;s not exactly a war zone out there, but pretty messy by Japanese standards. 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