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Diary: New Year Dragons with foods, gardens, bevvies, and themes #calm

what follows is a post-dated diary of various activities in and around New Years day copied from various notebooks, memos, and small dispatches covering foods, outings to parks and graves, bevvies, postcards, dreams, schemes, and themes of calm and endeavours

Dec. 31: We ate soba (buckwheat noodles) as per tradition with parents on new years eve. Most folks watch TeeVee (many famous “wide ” variety shows, singing contests). They leave it off for my sensory overload benefit so i retired early – as i my way – so they could watch if desired.

So tired, heading to bath and bed. {all the tabs will not be closed, many emails unreplied, various messages and conversations left dangling, flip the page, carry-on}

So we go on… gn & gy

i made a video: Good night & good year / Reiwa 6 Ahoy

Jan. 1: GM, HNY – We ate mochi (glutinous rice paste) with other tasty items with parents in the morn as is tradition.

Then, off to Korakuen (one of the “three great traditional garden” of Japan, frequently visited by us).

Early start by my standards – we packed several thermoses and flasks of coffee and tea for the journey…

Off onto the Road: Of course, all manner of beverages are readily available from ubiquitous vending machines yet I prefer our house-made treats. Also, provided opportunity to break out a teabag which was included in the card sent by some friends from Canada.

So off we went, waiting at Tsuchida stop for our first bus ride of the new year…

As is our usual routine, we sit in the very back row (like the *bad kids*) because there are big windows and a little bit more room to stash our gear. Ichi-Stan, of course being a frequent traveler, utilizes the hooks for hanging up his rucksack and travelling cap {usually here I would note that the bus features complimentary high-quality wi-fi and power outlets but you know that by now}.

Note: the *usual* tradition is a shrine visit on New Year Day (bet ya there is a posted in this archive (or maybe still.in draft but… anyhow) this year though we took the with a chance to meet up with Ichi’s best pal and roll around the stellar garden – importantly including the first time in years in which the public could be present for the “flying of the cranes” so… off we went. Plus its a “free admission day!”

Flying of Cranes: The garden was packed but crowd well managed by diligently dudes wrangling pedestrians and keeping on the pathways with optimized view points for the flying of the cranes (a symbol of longevity).

The whole crane flying thing was quite amusing (the wranglers entice them to fly) and yeah cool but i couldn’t help but laugh at the crew of ojisans with their massive telephoto lens, standing on top of camera boxes (no fun for you kids!) and rapid firing like artillery weapon kinda killing the buzz but so it goes, hobbies and all that. {Of course, this is coming from the guy who’s over documenting everything including everything but a picture of the cranes.}

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Diary: always on repeat, bus to seitai, postcards and coffee, ramen with darlings

Rushed to bus to seitai so now posting a “timestamp” photo to show that I’m at seitai (& my fluffy hair is full of static electricity) Dec. 1, 14:20

My favorite flowers in the seitai office entryway, maybe I forgot to mention but my thoughtful wife bought me similar on the anniversary of my mom’s passing.

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Miscellany: did i forget to tell about hats, barbers, cards & winter clothes?

I’ve done it, left the house for something other than a medical appointment… Heading to get a haircut, bus lets me off right near a sweet shrine so can I go toss in some coins and ring the bell and ask the 80,000 kami for a favor or two

Outfit: The crown/hat was handmade by a generational milliner in Springville Utah / a gift from a legendary artist friend who inscribed the headband with “uncle w33d” and hand written quote from Richard Brautigan. And yes my jacket (I gift from older brother) has a “Dave” name patch on it I added later.

New Year Cards:

Festive/holiday/new year cards ordered.

Next step is ordering the special “national lottery” commemorative new year stamps for domestic (¥63) and a whole bunch of ¥100 stamps for international plus airmail stickers

Interesting results so far
Ps i am def in minority

Re: New Year cards, Shout out to the folks sending 300+ I wonder why people send no cards? Is it no fun? Is it a hassle? Is it expensive? Is it for old analog fogeys only?

{I guess that could’ve been a poll question}

+ not only did I make 300 for our family card but also another 40 for wife’s business and 20 more for Ichiro’s own custom Nengajo for pals + we can go to post office and stamp inky dragons

I might stop by the post office nearby the barbershop to see if they have any 100¥ stamps in stock. Most times, the post offices don’t have any – or maybe only a few – so better to order quantity online. Alas, design of this new denomination (up from ¥70) is limited to 1 choice.

Update, later: ordered both ¥100 international postcard and ¥63 special edition new year of the dragon stamps from online shopping, should be here in a couple days along with the printed cards, business and kids cards to be printed at home.

Barber on break: Kind of love it, the shrine was no go as the hack arborists were they’re running diesel engines so came to barbershop where there’s a whiteboard note saying “be back around 14:00” and a couple cigarette butts. Made myself a coffee and cooling out for a minute

I’m amusing myself thinking about any kind of store in the USA (yes yes, I know you have some exceptions you’re gonna tell me) just leaving the door is open, TV on, kerosene heater going, laundry machine running and leaving a note on a whiteboard next to the ashtray

His father was Barber and retired in the 80s, nothing has changed except for one calendar in the corner and a different coffee machine

Me and the barber, I’m the one on the right // I’m even trying to smile

Reminding myself: when I get home, gotta go out to the barn into the winter clothes bin and pull out a few seasonal appropriate scarves… or maybe do it tomorrow, whatever

Update (later): And I didn’t make it out to the barn to pick out some winter clothes… It’s getting chilly

Looking across the street in envy to the bus stop with seats/benches, the stop this side of the road does not have such luxury

These are not are persimmons however a very lovely seen… We have so many persimmons, so so so many. All kinds, all textures, all softness levels.

We made jam, vinegar, dried ones, soft ones, raw ones but still can’t use them fast enough

Bonus: By the way, any of you pals here in Japan doing / performing Santa Claus at the kids’ school or otherwise? Being the foreign guy with a beard in provincial Japan means I always get to be Santa Claus at the school, & this is year 4 for me with the big goal of not going home with a smorgasbord of viruses, germs, colds and what not / of course, I have my own outfit and while the beard is not quite as long as I would like, my “method acting/naturalistic approach” makes up for it :) – and no, the kids don’t sit on my lap they stand next to me respectfully and bow

Beard coming in pretty decent for Santa Claus

Diary: seitai, bento, buses & snaps

For starters: Usual routine, photo evidence, heading for treatment by bus (with my fare card) every fibre in my adorable body fumimg in pain

Me & my bus card

(Always sunny in Okayama) #cardigan

Today’s flowers in the doctor’s office entrance foyer.

A few of my creative endeavors from poetry book to postcards to umeboshi (plus Ryoko’s wreath) on display at the doctor’s office. There are more scattered around here.

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Diary: Tossing, turning, snoring & nerves and Santa tasks

GM: Gosh, trying to do everything right but still every night is a lousy night sleep.

Tossing and turning and twitching, up-and-down, aches and pains – hoping to get up, nutrition and onto the bus for treatment but keep on wondering “is it worth it?”

Nervous about week ahead

Now: oxygen; next: dishes, bath, more oxygen, meds + supps, meditation & sleep.

{ichiro snoring beside me}

this week has a lil overnight trip to nearby Kurashiki for school event & back to hospital solo on Friday

Maybe seitai tomorrow

Trying so hard (but trying not to) <3

finding my way…

PS To my pals around the world always saying “dude, you gotta do cold plunges”

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Healing: back on the bus to seitai (w/ lilies & fax)

Riding air condition’d splendor of Uno bus on way to Seitai treatment. Yes, on a Sunday morning. The Doctor only sees patients on days which end with number 1, 3, 6, 8 / somethings you just don’t ask questions about.

exisiting

{produces almost psychedelic experience with tremendous nueromemories long forgotten or sequestered in someway, bound up in neurological and muscle knots in various parts of body / hard to explain except the pathways become smoother >> but it’s a bit of a rocky road to get there}

Everything is analog + there’s always a new flower arrangement in the entryway.

Today’s flowers in Dr office entry

Cash only, in a box. First come/served > write your name on the list (after appropriate bows), patiently wait your turn.

The treatment happens in a tatami mat room with a record player & epic collection of classical records. I took him a gift of a Glenn Gould playing Bach album.

I should note that it’s really fine when the magical dates line up with a day-off Sunday because of construction (previously demolition) on a building next-door which kind of kills the buzz of the quiet peaceful classical music tatami room.

PS there was also a fax machine conundrum on-site / when resolved, delivered news of the passing of another Sensei in hiroshima. Imagine: a group fax to announce your passing

Diary: excessively translucent figuring *it* out (how to do less)

Back on the bus, feeling like that beat up $20 bill you hide in your shoe when on a renegade hitchhike. Battered, bruised, tattered, diminishing in value however, I’m still up and at it, heading to medical appointment, (looking super cute ;) ha

And I shouldnt cover up my snappy new haircut with a hat but a bit chilly out

For the record, these bus stop photos are not an exercise in vanity. (obviously), snapped as date/time reminders so I can keep my diary of medical appointments accurate, (if I forget to scribble in a note)

Sometimes the bus service has “free days” once a month. Did I tell you I love this bus service? Yes I know I did.

Back on beloved Uno bus with Wi-Fi service (my current phone doesn’t have data nor phone service. It’s basically just an iPod touch, but with a Sim slot, 2 actually, but neither operational)… Makes it a little tricky to time buses.

Had a bit of time to wait after checking the paper schedule at the stop sign so hit up the 7-Eleven for hot milk tea, steamed pork bun, and some gloves as it’s quite chilly out. Read Murakami Ryu’s “69” on a bench wactching street cars.

IMO Street cars are best all-around public transport when considering building/operating cost + ease of use, charm & accessibility.

This week is also back to the Okayama university research hospital // they are doing a really nice job with me, but my goodness, the anxiety ramps up as it’s a hectic day out and then a couple days of recovery :(

Really feeling tattered, battered and discouragement recently to be honest.

Importantly/subtext of all of this is: slow down, work on my mental health as well as physical health.

So much is wonderful but I just can’t seem to find any kind of the rythm & spark.

My wife is sensational, my kiddo, exceptional, my in-laws, fantastic, our home is generally all right (always something to be done & often bit messy because life but you know,…) and so much I want to do creatively, but I suppose I’m just tired of being tired #MECFS

Anyway, I’m home now, going to warm my dog bones in a hot bath, maybe hit some turpentine brandy / as such, this concludes this episode of: “excessively translucent and vaguely mundane musings from a somewhat-washed-up, but generally good-hearted pal in provincial Japan”

fondly, dvo

Technically, from a different bus ride, but one that didn’t get documented due to the whole website debacle – didn’t get a chance to document that properly but it’s hardly interesting and really quite stressful

Bonus: arrived home to the little fella waking up from his 38° plus fever nap, and having a messy throw up :( got that cleaned up with mama just in time for the groceries to be delivered. Whew, a bit of a whirlwind,… now about that bath.

Thank you for sticking with me pals.

Certificates: Transit / Skytrain “First Rider’s Club” x 2 (1994)

Certificates: Transit “First Rider’s Club” / Skybridge connecting New Westminster with Surrey
Certificates: Transit “First Day” Surrey Skytrain Extension, 1994

Note: also have Seabus 1st day certificate, will update this archive upon finding

Note: there is a chance i wasn’t actually on these rides…