So I am 62. A totally busy period comes to an end with a birthday. People are very nice to me. Thank you.

“Why are you so old and fat and why don’t you like sponge cake?”

I am actually growing younger in Okinawa. My eyesight is much better and my hair is growing back. Admittedly, principally through my ears and nostrils but I think this is a trend that will spread to the cranium.

Birthday back of truck

I have been working hard recently,  concentrating mainly on two documents that had to be presented to our Board Of Governor as what was meeting last week. I do not know why I do this. Why don’t I just get a job where I can shovel sand into a wheel barrow and push it somewhere to upend the  barrow and so create a nice big pile of sand?

I get exactly the same schoolboy, ” I haven’t done my homework” dread that I had when I was eight.  I do not know what happened to me when I was a child but I have recurring dreams of failing exams because I haven’t done the work, of not having completed something important because I had forgotten about it, of making love to my truck – you know the sort of thing.

Mädchen pflückten sie geschwind
Wann wird man je verstehen

Anyway, May is tomato month in Okinawa. Our vegetables are still seasonal. You can buy stuff out of season in some super markets but basically people don’t and our diet is determined by what is ripe.

Let’s Call the Whole Thing Off

May is also butterfly month. Does anyone know what species this is?

Good neighbor Mark gives me loads of beer. These are just a few.

Tara passes by on her rusty bike.

Could be Cork

Good birthday.