Today, while walking Mitsu, a guy stops his bicycle mid-tracks and asks, “is it a wolf?”
“no, (as a joke) she’s a fox.”
oddly, he believed me. he: “a fox? not a wolf?”
me: “no, not a wolf (silly!of course it’s a dog) she’s a fox.”
He looked rather surprised but believed me… (bad me), excitedly reciting back to self – a fox? A FOX? for real?
me: yes. (she who spoke not the truth – if only Mitsu’s tail was straight as a brush…)
I did tell bunch of little kids the other day that she’s a fox and a boy squealed with joy in meeting a … fox.
Might as well have people believe (okay, by misinforming them might not be good but … so funny to see the reaction) – isn’t it more fun to think there’s a fox around? Seriously.
Vignette from summer 2015 again – I told you it’s not a vacation when I visit Tokyo…
Thanks to Adachi-sensei, the physical therapist, and my mother’s efforts, she is now able to walk after a hip replacement surgery. Ask me about hip sockets, I know them… hahaha. A lesson learned might be – use them or you lose them; and when I say use them, I don’t mean to torment them or “over”use them. Best to of course walk a lot, avoid contortionist poses, and (without wear and tear) stretch, stretch, in an effort to increase flexibility and range of motion. Did teach some yoga to my mother during my stay – the kind that she can do while sitting so hope she keeps it up!
My aunt I visited at a hospice this summer in Tokyo has passed away. Luckily my mother and my sister and the rest of the family was at her bedside and sang her favorite song – I had no idea – Que Sera Sera!??? Not very Japanese, is it? My aunt was a very interesting person …tri-lingual (Japanese, English and Spanish), so full of intellect and more importantly, with a BIG generous kind HEART, brimming with love. Just this year, I had a delicious bowl of tempura udon at a soba-shop and then a cup of coffee at a Hawaii themed cafe with her in Azabu-Jyuban. Just this year – I will cherish the memory of her kindness always. The time before when she told me nonchalantly that she has cancer was at an elevator to a fitness club she took me to in Roppongi. It was a fitness club where she swam for over 20 years… she let me take yoga classes there as her guest… then we went wine shopping. Another kind, precious loving soul moving onto another plane; another world. I am going to miss her – now all the memories are coming back … anyone who has ever lost anyone knows that flashbacks of memory that stays with you…RIP.
When I was just a little girl
I asked my mother what will I be?
Will I be pretty, will I be rich?
That’s what she said to me:Que sera, sera. What ever will be will be
the future’s not ours to see.
Que sera, sera. What will be, will be.When I was just I child in school
I asked me teacher, what should I try?
Should I paint pictures, should I sing songs?
This was her wise reply:Que sera, sera. What ever will be will be
the future’s not ours to see.
Que sera, sera. What will be, will be.When I grew up and fell in love
I asked my sweetheart, what lies ahead?
Will we have rainbows, day after day?
That’s what my sweetheart said:Que sera, sera. What ever will be will be
the future’s not ours to see.
Que sera, sera. What will be, will be.Now I have children of my own,
They ask their mother, what will I be?
Will I be handsome, will I be rich?
I tell them tenderly:Que sera, sera. What ever will be will be
the future’s not ours to see.
Que sera, sera. What will be, will be.
