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Are ya'll tired of the Japan setting in my stories? Maybe I am, not all my stories are based in Japan, so I'm gonna post a string of ones set elsewhere, The Groundings, one of my favorites, starts out in the seventies in the voice of a thirteen year old. I love it! I idealize that era when nobody... Sign in to see full entry.

Last night for the first time in ages I went out drinking with a couple of friends. I had a great time laughing the night away, and the funniest thing was the blunders we made as we expressed ourselves in our mutual mother, tongue, English. We laughed ourself to tears over our lame grammar and... Sign in to see full entry.

Okay, enough of the heavy stuff, I am going light It's still hot here, but supposed to cool off..... tomorrow! Um the butsudan came and the guy set it up and gave me instructions on how to care for it. Our own personal shrine whooooweee! I am thrilled, uh-hem. A new Super Market opened, going to... Sign in to see full entry.

Another scorching day here! At least the chrickets are chirping at night. There is a particular chricket I love, called the suzu mushi, direct translation, bell bug, they make the most beautiful sound, ringing in fall, but the days.....they wear me out It was sports festival day at my daugter's... Sign in to see full entry.

In this heat, it's hard to think straight. I was writing this blog all morning in my head while running my errands and doing the stuff that has to get done before I can write. Now I've drawn a blank. I totally blame the heat, unseasonably HOT! September is a month for cooling down. It is that... Sign in to see full entry.

That's tomorrow. Tomorrow is a holiday all over Japan to respect the elderly. Our surviving elder spent the night last night. He does that once in a while and because he was here for the forty ninth day anyway, he stayed the night. He was depressed all day and so I put down the futon and he stayed... Sign in to see full entry.

Woven Stories by Karen Bremer Masuda Tanabe stared, as did every other person on the fifteenth floor in that office of the Tokugawa Building. It was not only the men who could not peel their eyeballs away from that striking creature at the entrance, but also the women found it difficult to avert... Sign in to see full entry.

I was reassured to hear the vacuum cleaner going as I walked through the door my arms ladened with chrysanthemums and this other leafy thing that they use alot for death and its ceremonies here. ojiichan shuffled in behind me. Naomi chirped up that 'it didn't have to be chrysanthemums you know' to... Sign in to see full entry.

It all started last night when my sister-in-law, niece, and nephew came, arriving quite late, with dog in tow. There were three animals in the house now, with our cat and dog, all running around chasing each other, and I worried that the monk who was to come at one this afternoon might have a fur... Sign in to see full entry.

When I got married I didn't know what it meant to be married to a first son in Japan. Now that my mother-in-law passed away I know the significance of it. Tomorrow is the forty-ninth day from her death and a monk will be coming to our house to chant her to the other side. At the funeral she was... Sign in to see full entry.