sushi races
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Archive for December, 2006
I’m drunk.
Jemma is opening her Christmas present from me. Stickers from Asahi TV. Jemma’s response on seeing: I’m getting this tattoo’d on me immediately. She also loves you ChocoBaby you are so cute.
That might not make sense but…just remember. The 3am sushi races on the kitchen floor. If my hands were not t00 shakey…
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year 3
“Yeah I’m gonna write everyday!” she said on return to Canada. Heh. No. But I could at least acknowledge some sort of anniversary of the first blog post.
My log: it is 4pm and I am sitting in my pyjamas, drinking tea and writing emails. My mind is so empty now and it feels good. I went to a yoga class (first since I left Vancouver) this morning and my bottom hurts. That feels sort of good. I had a two hour nap this afternoon. That felt really good. But I couldn’t do the yoga-nap-late pyjamas thing everyday. What makes me idle in Regina? My active youth was motivated by getting out of the house and being away from my family but now that I have grown up and realized that I love my family…there is less drive to leave home. I could sit around and enjoy their company all day (*cough* *cough* – day lengths within human abilities of course).
Oooh, I did get to try the Wii (my cousins). Zelda, tennis, and boxing. I strained my arm. I love the multi-player excitement and movement but I guess it can be too much sometimes. One Wii stick had already received a little bit of a beating during a collision between my uncle and cousin. One thing I would like to see: some way to incorporate the non-controller wielding people in the room. Probably by way of voice processing.
Ack it is getting late! Time to pick up my mother from the police station…she works there. Actually because of her I was able to get a pass for the police gym. It is small, old, and I stare at brick walls while I jog but there is something so cool about it. When I am there I pretend I am on some crime/police/CSI-like tv show and this is the workout scene where I quench all my work and relationship-drama frustrations.
Time to go!
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merry xmas eve-ies
Oh. Was just going to write a few words while I waited for the fam but it sounds like they are a-coming-down and the sitting around is to start. I am enjoying my seat in front of the fireplace, the fire warming my stiff back. The date above – probably Christmas I think – it still on Japan time. Fitting because I am thinking about if I were still there, it would be Monday and I would be at work.
But I am not. I am here missing Japanese food so I made an attempt in the kitchen for supper – some kind of grilled white fish with miso topping, tuna filled onigiri and a wakame/shittake mushroom stirfry dish. My family really liked it and I was like…hmm…good…they have not actually gone to Japan and eaten the food so there is nothing to compare it to : p
Off to sit. I hope you are all having a good weekend wherever you are, whatever you were doing.
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sk xmas 06 fullday 02
*yawn*
Not much sleep for me lately but it will come sometime. Not much culture shock in the “shocking” sense but I am definitely seeing things around me from a different perspective. Regina’s small wooden houses with paths to the front door and 2 yards look strange to me now and the fact that they seem strange adds more strangeness. I read the LeaderPost over breakfast and it was full of the usual varying voices on religion and this time of year although this time it felt more pro-Christian than before…is that because of the Conservatives or is it my perception because I have been living in a place where spirituality’s voice is not strained – it sounds at ease and relaxed.
Last night we (Kim I should say) had the annual girls Christmas party. Need a name for it I think…and need to remember how many years it has been held so that in coming years I can say “the __th annual ________ party”. That did not feel shocking at all and weirdly so. Sitting, drinking, eating, laughing, dancing, talking with girlfriends and I felt like I had never left. At one point I theorized that my body might be missing the chemical my brain required for me to feel like being there was insane. Maybe I left it over the Pacific ocean somewhere. Probably not. Was just experiencing the absolute comfort and lack of any self consciousness that I have around these people who have seen me through the worst.
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