{"id":59,"date":"2003-08-19T11:55:00","date_gmt":"2003-08-19T11:55:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/bryan.fredricks.net\/blog\/?p=59"},"modified":"2003-08-19T11:55:00","modified_gmt":"2003-08-19T11:55:00","slug":"ho-hum","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/bryan.fredricks.net\/blog\/?p=59","title":{"rendered":"Ho Hum"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Today was a very relaxing day, pretty hot, but not too much work to do.  I went into work around 11:30, and sat around with the teachers and told stories in English and Japanese.  We recapped last evening&#8217;s drink-a-thon, and basically wasted a couple of hours until we left.  I had received a notice in my mail that said that there was a package waiting for me in a remote postal office, so Mr. Hayashi used that as an excuse to take off and go get it.<\/p>\n<p>Once we got out there, it was only about 2 minutes in line to pick it up, and then I was done.  It turned out to be my bank card for my new bank account.  I&#8217;ll have to try it out in the next couple of days.<\/p>\n<p>Afterwards, Mr. Hayashi dropped me off at the local hardware store\/superstore in Befu.  I picked up a few things including a floor lamp, odds and ends for the apartment, etc.  I asked one of the clerks in broken Japanese where I could find a little brick of chemicals that goes into your toilet tank to keep it clean.  After five minutes of looking around, she took me to where they were &#8211; perfect!  I felt pretty confident, but while browsing somewhere else in the store, a security guard came up to me.  I thought maybe I had said something in Japanese that was offensive accidentally&#8230; or maybe they thought I might shoplift toilet chemicals.  <\/p>\n<p>The guard approached me and started talking in English.  His skills were quite good, and we had a long conversation.  I guess they had paged him because everyone knew that his English was great.  He was eager to practice a little, and other employees kept coming by and pointing\/giggling.  I think it was a pretty good highlight for his day.<\/p>\n<p>I hauled all my gear back home on the train, and then ran over to my neighborhood shaved ice shack.  The lady there was glad to see me, since I had been in Yashiro all last week. I actually think she was kind of worried about me.<\/p>\n<p>She made some shaved ice for me, then asked me to sit down in the shade underneath her house.  When she came back, she had a Japanese ice cream, some cold black tea, and a beautiful girl with her.  She introduced us and we took a crack at communication.  Her English was probably better than my Japanese, but she was pretty shy in using it.  We talked while I scarfed down all the food, and I think I learned that she is the fiancee of the son of the shaved ice lady.  It was tough going trying to explain everything, but I think we did OK.  I thanked everyone for all the goodies, and they both waved to me until I disappeared around the corner.  It was a bit of international goodwill over shaved ice &#8211; I never know when something like this is going to happen.<\/p>\n<p>Tomorrow I&#8217;m hoping to get signed up for internet, but even if that works, it will be at least two weeks.  I&#8217;m logging these entries on my computer, and I&#8217;m hoping that I can upload them soon.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Today was a very relaxing day, pretty hot, but not too much work to do. I went into work around 11:30, and sat around with the teachers and told stories in English and Japanese. We recapped last evening&#8217;s drink-a-thon, and basically wasted a couple of hours until we left. 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