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Gardening

7:38pm JST Monday 4 May 2009 (day 14285)

After a leisurely wake up at 9 or 10, we had breakfast of supergreenfoodspirulina and then after 市川さん arrived to help Soness clean out her closets, Soness got me started outside, giving me an overview of what she wanted to happen in her garden. I started with pulling up some of the larger plants, and then went to work on the bamboo. This particular brand of bamboo features runners about 6 inches under, and I basically dug up a small network of runners spanning about 10 linear feet.

As a bonus, I got a blister on the palm of my hand, which I didn't notice until it ripped. Got some gloves from the local pharmacy type store (and some Calpis and dried mango), and Soness made gourmet popcorn (basil for 市川さん, and parmesian for good measure), all of which Jen, 市川さん, Soness and I enjoyed while Ben was zonked upstairs. (He can sleep during the day, but not at night unless it's completely quiet or white-noisy.)

Back to work on the garden, where I finished pulling up the bamboo runner I had started and got started on stuff around the little carved rock pond. Trimmed the bamboo near the fence in preparation to pull it all out, but then Soness was like, "oh you can leave that bamboo." Ah. Well, good thing I didn't raze its shoots or raise its runners.

More foodage and then it was essentially a good place for me to stop; there's still a significant amount of work to be done next time or next two times. Will have to sort out a time that I can come down; Soness won't likely be there for the next few weeks though. Work work work.

Bye to Ben and Jen and Soness; on the train now, about to arrive in Yokohama.

botched convo

2:08am JST Tuesday 5 May 2009 (day 14286)

I think I may have botched this conversation with Ami. I basically blurted in with the most difficult part first, without thinking it through, nor even having asked for some guidance.

"I think we should not have sex, but I want to support you and help you get over your mom's death."

Yeah. So translate that to Japanese, and that's what I said.

She cried, as if I had hit her with two 2x4s, and it's now 2:10am, and the conversation isn't yet finished.

Started around 10pm, I'm guessing.

For the purpose of her privacy, I'm going to keep to myself the content of the conversation, and the basic patterns I see us in.