Hi, everyone!
Since I stopped going to gym last month, I’m afraid I’ve gained weight. It was very comfortable for me to stretch my muscles, listening to some healing music there. Some women wearing nice clothes for sports were showing good performances, and I used to dream that I could become a good-shaped woman like them…I like that special atmosphere there, and I’d like to go again in near future. Plum, I hope you are enjoying your exercise.
As you know, the pro-baseball season has already started, and I’m happy that my favorite team has been beating against others. Above all, good news surprised us three days ago. The toughest player of Hanshin Tigers, 40 years old Kanemoto, realized his 2000 hits at a match with Yokohama, which is the 37th in Japanese pro-baseball history. Moreover, he has amazingly continued playing his good play at every match with no absences for these 8 years. When he became a player 17 years ago, they said he was just a skinny boy. In order to be a strong player, he started persistent efforts at that time. Now, he says ‘practice makes perfect.’ I’m proud of him, and keep telling myself that dramatic word.
Thank you for reading. See you later.
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Hello, Cherry and my dear friends.
It's April 15. It's fine.
Cherry, it may be a good idea to post messages on the Blog during the morning. I’d also like to write it during the day as much as possible.
I feel sorry for your exhausted husband from heavy work with responsibility. I can imagine there had no energy left on him to do anything at home. Any salaried men would be the same, whether large or small.
I feel sorry for men who have to work for their families until the mandatory retirement age of 60 or 64. After that they will have much more free time than they used to work. But they seem to feel some “guilt” while they are playing in the daytime because they are accustomed to working throughout their lives. It will take some time to enjoy their free time from the bottom of their hearts.
It's pity for them to be bound by old habits.
Hi, everyone!!!
How are doing? Is everything OK with you?
It is Tuesday, April 15, 2008, today, and it has been a pleasantly warm day, hasn’t it? It has been a perfect spring weekday to me, in terms of weather.
I just would like to jot down something about Queen Victoria in 19th century UK. She was born in 1819, and lost her father when she was young. When she was only 18, she received the news that King died and she was now Queen. It was early in the midsummer dawn on 20 June 1837.
I visited Kensington Place and saw her bedroom where her bed was exhibited. In that room she heard the news with her mother, I was told, and it was very impressive that I was standing in that same room. The bed I saw was the one that she used at Buckingham Place and was transferred there for display. It was a sort of queen size bed, not a king size, and looked so cute and pretty to me. She was barely five feet tall, which means that she was shorter than me.
In 1840, she married a distant cousin, Prince Albert of Saxe-Coburg, and nine children were born to them, but Albert died in 1861 from typhoid fever.
While I was in Sydney, at the tiny movie theater near my rooming house I saw a movie on Queen Victoria and her Scottish servant John Brown, which was of high quality and filled with amazing episodes.
Victoria died in 1901 and was succeeded by her eldest son, Edward. The great Victorian Age was at an end.
I will go back to work, my lovely lady friends. Talk to you tomorrow…
Hi, everyone,
It's around nine forty p.m., April 15. It was sunny. I cannnot stop sneezing. A box of tissue will be used up soon. Set aside, let me write about one of my favorite places, the Bridge of Tempuku River. A ten-minute-walk brings me to the bridge of the Tempuku River. The view from the top is beautiful at night. Cossing the bridge going up, I am encouraged by the lights suddenly appear in front of me. They are gorgeous and enlightening. I feel as if I kept all those lights to myself. Lights in themselves are surely artifficial man's work, but in such circumstances, they have a touch of heavenly messages. Thank you. I wrap up my writing. Good night, ladies with beautiful flower names and Alice.
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