Saturday, March 19, 2011
QUAKE UPDATES Day 8
What with the dirty plutonium slight-of-mind I found out about yesterday, K+T and the girls got out of there just in time. Talked to K earlier this morning for the first time since their return, she's still a bit under the weather, so today the girls’ other grandmother (who speaks excellent English, a rarity among Japanese grandmothers, and great for the English skills of the girls) is taking the trio to the Lake Biwa Museum, a great place for kids. Here’s to their new and increasingly healthy life, if the authorities wake up, stop power struggles, openly debate short cuts, eliminate pork dealing and cut bridges to nowhere (dream on! or wake up and take action). Tomorrow we’re going to drive over and bring them all back here for the day of some planning and option consideration, after we've had all the fun and catching up we can take. Next week we all go shopping and renting them a car. Can’t wait to see those smilies.
Interesting to watch the news networks slowly drift from the serious genuine struggle for words with which to worthily update the reality of totally unspun, even unspinnable, horrendous events, as they revert to chippy, chirpy, soundbitey, blowdried newsiness... Me too, actually in my way-- though unblowdried and not very chippy or chirpy, let alone soundbitey, I'm drifting fully back onto the mountain above the Lake, into the house and the garden... but rest assured I’m keeping a gimlet eye on the plutonium mongers and will not sit still or silent for their idiocy...
It’s always amazing, how tiring intense concern is, the more intense the more tiring... I have been focused to a pinpoint...
BUT THERE’S ALWAYS THE BARON
Having gone out in the fresh heavy snow this morning to unflatten my lettuce, I noticed at the garden gate - which I REMEMBERED TO CLOSE the eve before yesterday - the big hoofprints of the Baron, who apparently knows now where the gate is and stood there dancing in the snow wondering what in hell or whatever his idiom had happened to his new reality, there was consternation in those hoofy patterns, there definitely had been an opening right here, he was sure of it, that had led to succulent spinach, crunchy onions and other luxury delights unheard of in his otherwise minimalist diet, he was frustrated, didn’t care about no reactor, no uranium, plutonium, hooey... where was his version of comfort food? I enjoyed the moment.
PLUS I GOT A BUCKET
I found a bucket! At another store! A good, strong, big bucket, for holding water！And whatever! It can hold anything! It was the last one left, the laaaaast one, and I didn't have to wrestle anybody for it! There were no gasoline cans there, or flashlights either... chainsaws, two-cycle oil, duct tape, plastic sheeting-- all zeroized! But I got a bucket!
Ecstasy is surprisingly relative...