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Friday, November 30, 2012
Thursday, November 29, 2012
Wednesday, November 28, 2012
Sunday, November 25, 2012
Free food!
Free food!
Originally uploaded by piroko_kuroda
At local farmers market had a special event of giving away some veggie soup and baked sweet potato!!
Saturday, November 24, 2012
Thursday, November 22, 2012
Wednesday, November 21, 2012
Monday, November 19, 2012
20121117 Northern Culture Museum, Niigata
20121117 Northern Culture Museum, Niigata, a set on Flickr.
A quick sightseeing after business trip in Niigata. Northern Culture Museum, which is an old wealthy farmer‘s house turned into a museum. Everything is big, large, it might hard to see in the photos.
Sunday, November 18, 2012
Saturday, November 17, 2012
Friday, November 16, 2012
Good morning, Niigata
Good morning, Niigata
Originally uploaded by piroko_kuroda
Woke up at 5 and exercise. Watching the sky brightens up as the room was facing to west, Japan sea. Lunch seminar for health care organization, talking about EHR. Busy day ahead of me.
Thursday, November 15, 2012
Arrived Niigata
Arrived Niigata
Originally uploaded by piroko_kuroda
A view from the hotel. After total of 6 hours of meeting I helped interpretation, 2 hours of shinkansen ride brought me to Niigata. The very first over night business trip...!
Sunday, November 11, 2012
Twinkle twinkle
Went back to home town for friend's 23rd anniversary of his death. A
monk who used to be our elementary school teacher was waiting for us at
his temple, where our friend rests. Familiar faces, each somewhat
rounded and wrinkled, gray hair, less hair, etc. started showing up.
Even 2nd grade teacher was there, too. How she looked short and tiny
once we had looked up her face.
Put fire on the incense, some were busy babbling, some were putting flowers, everybody lined up in front of his grave as the monk teacher started chanting, incense in each hand. Gave incense to him, bow and pray as we always do.
Some more babbling, then we all went to visit his parents. His younger sister had a girl baby about 8 months ago, and the house was partly filled with baby stuff. We all, about 16 of us, gave him another incense, followed by sipping green tea, talking about fishing, local gossips, etc. Nothing exciting but some toned down chats in the room, thinking there was nothing we could do to ease their pain of losing him, yet after 23 years. Or our existence would have reminded them of it.
We said good by to them and moved to a small local restaurant. Everybody got old for sure but the each nature were still the same: jocular one, clown one, quiet one, loud one, caring one, etc. Obviously it brought back memories to the teacher, reassured in a way that we were still the same although the physical changes were undeniable. Everybody smiling, talking and joking about the old days. Maybe it was such fun because we were free from irritation and agony from everyday work and life, simply went back to where we had once was. Memories only glamorized, inconveniences forgotten, we were not so naive easily be hurt by harsh words, even such acts were comfortable to some of us, confirming what we were by witnessing the familiar scenes.
After the party, I looked up the sky, air was crisp, bright stars above us. Then I though we could let him go now. The time he had gone has been longer than the time he was with us. His parents have a grand child at home. We have lost some of the other class mates. Some of us lost a parent, in-laws, married, divorced, re married, have baby, addition to family by marriage, and so on. His death is one of the events happened to our life, and not that shocking anymore. The scar is healed although you can see a slight mark of it. It's time to move on.
Put fire on the incense, some were busy babbling, some were putting flowers, everybody lined up in front of his grave as the monk teacher started chanting, incense in each hand. Gave incense to him, bow and pray as we always do.
Some more babbling, then we all went to visit his parents. His younger sister had a girl baby about 8 months ago, and the house was partly filled with baby stuff. We all, about 16 of us, gave him another incense, followed by sipping green tea, talking about fishing, local gossips, etc. Nothing exciting but some toned down chats in the room, thinking there was nothing we could do to ease their pain of losing him, yet after 23 years. Or our existence would have reminded them of it.
We said good by to them and moved to a small local restaurant. Everybody got old for sure but the each nature were still the same: jocular one, clown one, quiet one, loud one, caring one, etc. Obviously it brought back memories to the teacher, reassured in a way that we were still the same although the physical changes were undeniable. Everybody smiling, talking and joking about the old days. Maybe it was such fun because we were free from irritation and agony from everyday work and life, simply went back to where we had once was. Memories only glamorized, inconveniences forgotten, we were not so naive easily be hurt by harsh words, even such acts were comfortable to some of us, confirming what we were by witnessing the familiar scenes.
After the party, I looked up the sky, air was crisp, bright stars above us. Then I though we could let him go now. The time he had gone has been longer than the time he was with us. His parents have a grand child at home. We have lost some of the other class mates. Some of us lost a parent, in-laws, married, divorced, re married, have baby, addition to family by marriage, and so on. His death is one of the events happened to our life, and not that shocking anymore. The scar is healed although you can see a slight mark of it. It's time to move on.
Sunday, November 04, 2012
I could do it!
I could do it!
Originally uploaded by piroko_kuroda
After ordering his doughnut and tea, he wanted some ice and water, so I told him to go back to the store and ask for those. He off course said he couldn't but he did at the end. He is very proud of himself.
Saturday, November 03, 2012
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