Land of the Rising Sun
...written on 2000-10-16, @ 08:20:59
Good Morning!
I can't believe it, I go to bed at 2am and automatically wake up at 7:30am. This has got to stop! Especially when I have to drag the big fat a** in at 10:30pm. YAWN!!
This is the land of the rising sun. Upon opening my eyes I thought for sure it had to be noon because it was as bright as a nuclear blast outside, but no, only 7:30am. Looks like I am going to have to add some lead curtains to my cafe-espresso motif ones to keep the sleep penetrating rays at bay. One neat thing is that the crystal in the window gives me some gorgeous rainbows throughout the apt. Fred was fascinated by this.
Am having some yummy coffee and bread, butter and jam. This is the best cup of coffee I've had yet in my apartment. I tried to make some when I first got here, but it never tasted like the coffee my mama-san made for me at her house, so I went out and bought a "keep your water scalding hot" electric thermos. Even then it took me a couple of days to figure out which temp setting provided the "mama-san's is best" taste.
Yes, these Japanese appliances take some getting used to. My waist-high refrigerator has this expensive habit of freezing my eggs and other edibles. Bad for omelettes, but good for keeping meat longer.
The vacuum cleaner is very light which you think would provide superb mobility, but the handle is too long and fits together oddly, so I end up twisting my wrist further and further around to keep up. HEY, THAT'S THE MACHINE'S JOB!! I guess the Japanese product engineers missed that meeting.
So, shall I get a rice cooker? I've always had a fine time doing my rice in a plain old pot, but John says you can set the timer to have hot rice in the morning or when you get off from work. Hmmm, another $80 appliance to put in an outlet that I don't have. SIGN ME UP! The Japanese are famous for their inventions, so I don't see why someone doesn't invent an electric thermos/rice cooker/toaster/oven unit with a tv radio-cassette player. That would save a plug or two.
And while we're at it, why not talk about the toilet roll juke box that the last tenant left me. Some sort of cruel joke that while peeing, I must balance on the balls of my feet, lurch forward and reach two feet to grab a double ply of tissue and then be serenaded with "Lara's Theme"!? Frankly, I am rather impressed with that little contraption, so don't let my phony whining bother you.
Oh, last night as Chad and John were looking at the apt, Chad opened the door to the WC and screamed with laughter. Chad is over 6 feet tall. We watched as he immediately sat down on the toilet and tried shutting the door. I am surprised he got the door closed. I am sure his knees were in his ears. He said he was too claustrophobic to even think about using that thing.
9am. Guess I'd better throw my bed in the closet and clean up the o-toire (toilet room). After all, I do have 5 hours to kill and there's great music in there.
Ja mata ne, (later gator)
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