こわい, kowai is Japanese for scary. Not to be confused with かわいい, kawaii, cute. Sometimes I have to ask to make sure I heard the word correctly. Sometimes there no doubt such word was used. When referring to these:
the word is kowai. Scary. Mukade. Ugh. I hate these things. In some ways they still scare the crap out of me. In some ways, they’re no big deal…just part of life in the inaka. When you open the front door and one falls on your arm, as this one did, it scares the crap out you. Sets the heart racing and the adrenaline pumping.
I love vacations, but I start to miss my cat and my bed, so it’s time to head home.
We flew Jetstar out of Takamatsu, which is about an hour and half from home. It was a huge improvement over the car-ferry-train-plane thing we usually do.
And they upgraded up to the exit row for free. The flight was only an hour and a half, but check out all that space. It was great.
Wow did it snow last night. And today. And the temperatures haven’t risen about freezing all day. Actually, it’s officially been below freezing since about 3 p.m. Since there’s a ton of snow and a ton of ice out there, driving was definitely not safe, so I didn’t go to work today. I did get out from under my kotatsu and went for a walk for about an hour this morning. It was cold. My toes were frozen blocks of ice when I got home.
As much as I hate the cold, I have to admit undisturbed snow is really beautiful.
After musical rehearsal and our usual Sunday shopping, Brandon and I decided to play a couple games. One of our current favorites is called Sheep and Thieves. The object is to accumulate as many sheep as you can and stealing them from your opponent is definitely an option. We played two games today. Brandon won one and I won the second.
This is an early picture of our living room before we got a couch and a rug and figured out where everything should go.
I like it better now. This looks a little too sparse. Now it looks more homey. But it’s a complete wreck right now, so I’m not going to show you a comparison.
This is the first picture I took in Kamiyama:
That’s the view from the balcony upstairs looking out over the fields and mountains. I still see this view almost everyday and it’s still beautiful, no matter what season.
Yesterday I decided it was past time to put my clothes away in my new dresser. Manmaru has been very interested in this thing and I think it irritates him that he can’t get on top of it. The one I used to have was fabric and he just climbed it…which is why I needed a new one. He shredded the last one.
Anyway, as soon as I started opening drawers and doors, here was all over it and was an enormous help in getting things organized.
Once I closed everything, he freaked out a little bit and I had to help him down.
Tokyo was awesome, but it was time to head home today. It’s quite a trek for us. A forty minute train to the airport, followed by an hour and a half flight, followed by an hour train ride, followed by a two hour ferry, followed by an hour drive up into the mountains. We stopped to pick up the fuzz face on the way home. Needless to say, it’s been a long day and we’re all happy to be home.
So our refrigerator broke yesterday. I don’t have any pictures of that catastrophe, but we spent a good bit of time throwing everything out and cleaning up today.
We also had to get some shopping done, so we went out for a little while.
I saw this at an omiyage (small gifts…usually edible) display. It was a little creepy.
We’ve been looking at toy cars for one of our nephews. We saw these today. Very cute.
Brandon had decided we need a weed whacker, so we looked at them today. This is what we saw first. I wish I had been recording Brandon’s reaction. These are basically saw blades on the end of a stick. Brandon was quite amazed by them.
Today is Manmaru’s one year home-iversary. He’s been with us for a year. He’s become such a central part of our family that I can’t imagine life without him. I can’t believe it’s only been a year because it feels like it has been much longer. In honor of his one year home-iversary, here are some of my favorite pictures of Mani the Moose from the last year. And yes, I called him a moose because he was supposed to be a smaller cat, but nobody told him that and he got huge. Our cat is a moose!