Hi, everyone!
How are you today?
Cosmos, I'm interested in your feelings about too rapid progress in this society.
For example, in such Obon season, there are many shops opening every day and night.
It seems very convenient for us, but also tasteless and dry.
Young people may like those American life, but I think they should realize our nation's
values, which are really our treasure.
Elderly people can teach them those knowledge, wisdom and great experiences.
Through the Net, you already show us your all practice!
I think aged women can give the next generation more and more,
and more lively exchange will give us a big power.
I want to talk this issue more, but see you later.
Good bye, friends!
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Dear Cherry and friends,
Hello.
Cherry, I agree with you. Young people should listen to older people. I regret not having listened to my grandmother, Kimi, who passed away a decade ago at age of 92. My mother also has the same regret because she wants to write about Kimi's life.
Kimi was from Gifu. Before she married, she went to Korea to take care of her sister's children. Earlier than that her sister had died. Kimi knew a few Korean words and told me. I forgot them, though. I have never asked about her life in Korea. I should have asked her why she went there and how her life was there. Although my mother doesn't know or she doesn't want to tell me, my aunt told me Kimi ran after her brother-in-law. We know my aunt often makes a biased judgment. So nobody knows the truth.
Later, she came back to Japan. According to my mother, Kimi was told to go back to Japan. Probably, they lived in a small community there. People disliked Kimi's brother-in-law. They thought if Kimi went back to Japan, he would follow her. We don't know what happened to him and his children after that. Anyways, she came to Okazaki and met my grandfather there.
I'm sure young Kimi experienced a lot to fill this story out.
Good night.
August 15, 2007 0:20 JST
Hi, everybody!
What a hottest day, isn’t it? It is more than 37 C. in Nagoya. Under such broiling weather, I have been to Hirabari in order to renew my driver’s license today. But the time of procedures became surprisingly shorter than the previous ones. I spent for only about 30 minutes there and was given a new license card after testing eye sight, taking pictures and very short warning lecture about driving. Well, today is the memorial day of the end of the War and midday of Obon season, a sort of national holiday. So less people might come the place. It was lucky for me.
By the way, “ Second life” means the life after retirement for the old like us. But it is different. Recently I found that it is a life in a virtual world inside computers. Everybody could live a life like a dream which he or she would never acquire in a real society but could in a virtual society . We could choose our looks, fashions, life styles etc. as we love there. As for me, I never want to get such virtual life escaping from the reality. Is there anyone who experiences in a second life in the net among our members? If there is, please let me know how you feel. Is it exciting experience?
Hi, everyone!!!
Sorry about my nasty complaint on the intoxicated. It’s, sort of, stupid of me that I nag about male drinking problems to my fellow mature females, who know how to drink alcohol and enjoy drinking elegantly and gracefully.
When I was in New Zealand in the early 1990s, I often went to a women’s discussion meeting where the attendants discussed a variety of problems which they faced at home, at work, or any other places or situations. The age range was perhaps, from the early 30s to the late 60s. Most of their discussion subjects came to relationships.
On the first day I got there I was asked about my married life, and so I answered saying that my husband was quite supportive and my children did not cause any problems which drew or needed my special attention. Those were, sort of, polite and social terms, and I though what I said was proper and not to be blamed at a women’s gathering. But no sooner had I thought that than I realized what I said sounded quite bland and empty.
All the other attendants commenced talking about their various personal problems, as I said above, taking turns. At first they sounded as if they were badmouthing their husbands or partners, or children. Their language was quite severe and harsh and what they were discussing sounded surprisingly serious and highly critical, although I did not understand their talking 100 percent.
One day, some of us went to a coffee shop after the meeting, and they explained how the meeting started. They said that at first a lecturer in gender studies at Canterbury Uni. opened a forum meeting which any woman could get together and talk about their problems, and probably the purpose was her academic interest to research women’s lives and social activities rather than to develop women’s gender awareness and sisterhood among local women in Christchurch. But anyhow the meeting continued on a weekly basis after the lecturer left because she became too busy to attend it.
It appeared that there were no immediate answers to their personal problems other than that they individually tried to get over their own predicament. Nonetheless, it is strictly important that everyone knows everyone else’s “hard nut to crack” so that they could unite themselves and develop solidarity. We can share our own problems psychologically, and perhaps, physically too.
Probably Japanese traditional social culture would prevent us from getting together to talk about our personal problems to this degree, because I have never heard of this type of regular weekly meeting in Japan. But someday… and that someday might come sooner than I have now expected.
It is Wednesday today, and it was a bit chilly in Sydney.
I hope you had a lovely day today. Goodnight, my dear friends.
Hi,everyone.
I want to prey for rain. Common typhoon. It reminds me of a sprinkling wheel. Even cumulonimbus, welcome.
According to today's morning newspaper, in China artificial eggs are produced. It's cheap compared to real chicken's eggs.Its cost is a tenth. 3000 eggs sell per day. The egg's ingredients are food additives including alginivc acid, calcium chloride. To make it pitchy, its protein is made of sodium alginate. Then pigment and flavor are used and calcium chloride is added to produce yolk. Made protein and yolk are poured into a crust made of or from calcium carbonate. Apparently, you can't tell it from a real egg at a glance. It does not smell proper to an egg. However, when you eat, you feel it like rubber. If you continue to eat it, it is likely that your memory declines. I don't want to go nations with no human rights. I don't want increasingly to go to China.
Dear Cherry and friends,
Plum, your story of women's gatherings made me want to write about May's English session, I will write about it next time.
Azalea, you know what?
Food additives are poison, actually.
Japanese people also consume a lot of food additives.
As I told you before, we make signboards. We sometimes make stickers for vehicles. When we were asked to make a set of stickers for a huge tank of food additives, we made a sticker of a poison sign to put on the tank. The sign was a circled poison in Chinese character. If the tank was for liquefied petroleum gas or something very dangerous, I would not be surprised. It's natural to see the poison sign. But it is for a tank of food additives. We eat tons of it every year! Then, it means we eat poison, doesn't it? How scary!
Good evening!
August 15, 2007 21:38 JST
Hi, Alice.
Oh! So I am getting forgetful? not thanks to menopause?
Azalea, you're eating organic vegetables. That's why you remember difficult words like cumulonimbus.
Thanks to you, I think I'm able to remember at least 2 words, nimbus and cumulonimbus.
Harry Potter had a broom called "nimbus 2000." I didn't even bother to look up the dictionary when I first saw the movie. Today, I looked up the dictionary for it and now I understand the meaning.
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