Along with spontaneous music stylings, i riff through Friday’s diary scribbled while coming back from hospital, talking about:
With neckties, kindness of hospital staff, bringing my Hot Spring poetry printed dispatch as a gift to doctor (as a symbol of thanks and respect), ¥220 on vending machine brewed beverages, ¥300 on honour box media, unmentioned pharmacy stop before usual visit to kissaten – however not writing letters but receiving a kind card & discussing snowy frogs and mama cats plus schemes for an art exhibit featuring postbox paintings…
And a bus, surprisingly, filled with plum blossoms and the thoughtfulness which went into the intertwining and decoration…
Coming home and put in my items in a basket before going to the bath
So many of these actions individually and collectively bring me to tears but let’s just keep that between us ~ with the ukuleles and the drums and telephone to hide the secrets in plain sight
