As some of you may remember, Jesus was crucified, dead and buried, but on the third day he rose again.
The same thing happened to my MAC Classic a few years ago.
I recently put my iPhone through a 90 minute washing machine cycle and killed it.
3 days later I hear it ringing from my bag! It was a bit scary. Miracles usually are.
Is God trying to tell me something ?
The beginning of self isolation was quite fun. Bright eyed and bushy tailed, I explored the neighborhood and reveled in the newness of of it all. I cooked extravagant meals and drank fine wine.
The last few days have been awful. For 2 weeks, I have not spoken to anyone face to face, excepting shop assistants, limited exchange of views, and the young man who rescued me when I locked myself out. I have thoroughly stomped around streets around me. Apart from Asakusa, they have not yielded much of interest. There are various little parks, but to be fair, it is the middle of winter and they are drab. I am so bored, cabined, cribbed, confined.
I get up late, I can’t be bothered to shave, I go to the Combini to buy food.
The positive side of this dullness is that I have learned to appreciate the wonderfullness of Japanese Combini. It has taken 10 years.
I had a colleague at OIST who could not drive. This is not uncommon as it is a pain to get a driving license in Japan and if you live in a big city you do not need one anyway. I asked where she got her food from. “The Combini, of course.” I regret to say that she fell in my estimation as I imagined this very senior person lived on pot noodles and onigiri.
Wrong! My stay in isolation has revealed that these places offer a fantastic range of fresh meals, soups and especially salads.
So, all things being even, I return to Okinawa tomorrow. It has been a long trip back from San Francisco.