Tag Archives: Japan

The Closest of Confidants

Two little girls in bed, playing with Japanese...

We were kids pretending, playing roles

Being the characters, wearing the clothes

Making up stories, saying the lines

There were no limits and no confines

But no matter who we decided to be

You were you and I was me.

Together now it seems as though

Our grown up selves are just for show.

The walls come down, the pretense dies

We see through each others thin disguise

No matter how old or long apart

You know my honne, I know your heart.

We are at peace and safe and free

When you are you and I am me.

Prompts for the Promptless:  Honne is a Japanese noun referring to the behavior and opinions someone truly believes in– often displayed with one’s closest confidants.

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Throwing Beans

It’s been another beautiful February day and a Friday to boot!  There’s just something about Fridays that makes everyone happy to be alive.  Even if (like me) you have nowhere to go and all weekend to get there.

February 3rd is the anniversary of the day the music died – Buddy Holly, Richie Valens and the Big Bopper plane crash in 1959. I wasn’t quite ten years old when that happened and probably didn’t even know who they were then.  But I’ve loved their music for as long as I can remember.

It’s also Bean Throwing Night in Japan.  Probably better known as Setsubun.  Do you suppose throwing beans here in Canada might bring me some good luck too?  I only have canned ones, so maybe not.  It is a tradition in Japan to eat one bean for every year of your life, and then one more for luck in the coming year.  You can also scatter beans throughout the house to get rid of evil spirits.  What an interesting idea!  I wonder if it works….

Might as well catch myself up on some questions that have been lurking around unanswered while various bean tossing plans bounce around in my brain.

Have you ever thought about writing a book?  Yes I have.  I greatly admire people who have actually gone ahead and done it.  Every time I finish reading a good book I wonder what it must feel like to see your own words and ideas on page after page, and know that there are people out there who will read what you’ve written and appreciate all the time and effort it took for you to put your book together.  I’ve certainly written enough WORDS to fill up a book.  I just need a really great editor to sort it all out for me and make some sense out of it so it’s fit to print.  Where the hell IS that guy??

What’s your least favourite household chore?  I hate all household chores equally.

How was your January, 2012?  Is your year off to a good start?  It was fine, thank you.  And yes it is, actually.  (And this is where the person who asked me these seemingly innocent questions can now start right in on his own tale of woe, going on and on and on about all the horrible things that have happened in his own life, not just this January but in fact from the moment of his birth, and how it’s been the worst year ever so far and there isn’t a hope in hell of things ever getting any better.)   I’m not even kidding.  I know how this person operates.  I still get sucked in every time.

What makes you cry? Funerals.  Weddings.  Births.  Deaths.  Paper cuts.  Sad movies.  Extreme pain.  Sorry I can’t include the never ending story being told by that guy in the previous question.  He’s doing enough crying for both of us.

What’s your favourite thing about Friday?  I love how consistent it is, always arriving right after Thursday.

I wonder if coffee beans would be acceptable projectiles to fire at evil spirits?  I’ve got a whole bag of those in the cupboard. I don’t think it would be wise to eat over sixty of them in one sitting though. Perhaps I’ll just leave this celebration to the Japanese after all.

Hah!

Lawn Mower
Lawn Mower (Photo credit: Beedle Um Bum)

If you want some kind of specific information from W you will have to ask your question probably two or three times before he tells you what you want to know. And even then you might find that asking him something completely different is what works to finally get the answer you were looking for in the first place. People don’t believe me when I tell them this. But here’s a typical example.When are you leaving for Ontario?

There’s a lot of stuff I have to take care of there. I could be gone for two or three weeks. Hard to say.

But what day exactly are you leaving?

I’ll probably take a couple of days to drive down. No point in trying to do it all in one day. Sixteen hours is too much without a break.

Okay but what day of the week will you be taking off exactly?

Yeah, it’s good that I can take off whenever I want. I’m really lucky to have a job where they are okay with me taking off the time when I ask for it. They’ve been really good about that.

WHERE DID YOU PUT THE GAS CAN FOR THE LAWN MOWER???

I’ll be leaving first thing Monday morning.

(Don’t worry, I already knew the gas cans location, so I did not have to inquire about the price of turnips in Japan to find that out.)

I’ve learned over the years that it’s more fun and less frustrating to just ask random questions for no particular reason and see what pops up out of his strangely confused male brain.

I’d love it if you could sit down with him now and ask him something simple like ‘what did you eat for breakfast.’ I guarantee you will not find out for at least half an hour and that I’ll get to say HAH! I told you so! when you finally do, and that he will not have a clue in hell what is so damn funny.

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