The wonderful Tsuha san, who graciously cleans up my house every 2 weeks, says I look like a sumo wrestler. She is very distressed by the size of my belly. I am too in a vague kind of way. I think the problem is that I love to cook and eat. Cooking and eating for one is difficult. You always make too much food. For the last 30years I have cooked for a family of 5 and I have difficulty adjusting the quantities. So this means that I am eating a meal that is designed for 5 people. No wonder I am fat.
Hey ho, today is yet another Japanese public holiday.
“Respect for the Aged Day, when Japanese are reminded to respect the elderly and celebrate longevity. With one fourth of the Japanese population aged over 65 as of 2014, this is a big job. The roots of the holiday lie in Confucianism. Respect for the Aged Day is said to have originated when the ruler Shotoku-taishi set up a ‘nursing home’ on September 15th of 593 AD for elders who were without family to care for them. Japanese families typically use the holiday to visit or call their elderly family members and pamper them with gifts and shoulder massages, and elementary schools arrange for children to do musical and dance performances and other activities with residents of senior homes. ”
I spend the day watching.
If you make listening and observation your occupation you will gain much more than you can by talk.
Lont Toed Stilt
Golden Plovers
I go home and go underwater to watch.
Without the shepherd’s dog, the whole of the open mountainous land in Scotland would not be worth a sixpence.
Freedom
Tell me o’ lands of the Orient gay
Speak o’ the riches and joys of Cathay
Aye but its grand to be walking all day
To find yourself nearer to Isla
Chorus: I love a Lassie, a bonny, bonny Lassie
She’s as pure as the Lily in the Dell
She’s as sweet as the heather, the bonny bloomin’ heather
Mary ma Scotch Blue-bell.
Oh I’m courting a farmers dochter, she’s one of the nicest ever seen
Her cheeks they are rosy red, and her age is just sweet seventeen
When I throw my arms about her neck and try to steal a kiss
Oh she’ll wriggle and giggle and twist and twiggle
And then you’ll hear her shouting this.
Like dew on gowans lying, Is the fa’ o’ her fairy feet, And like winds, in simmer sighing, Her voice is low and sweet. Her voice is low and sweet – And she’s a’ the world to me; And for bonnie Annie Laurie I’d lay me down and dee.
Dileas votes Yes
Barry sent me this
Tiptoe through the tulips.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_6_EAnFlv70
The Quiet Ripple Defines The Pond 