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Time

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I love time; or more importantly the illusion of time.

I like the feeling of having time: excess time, squandering time, puttering time.

I go to work early, so I don’t feel rushed. I always have plenty of time, but I do it anyway.

I enjoy going to bed knowing I have a lot of free time in the morning to sleep in. I never do, but the feeling comforts me.

I love open ended vacations:  just go until the money or myself runs out.  Before a short holiday, the sense of not enough time looms large.  I usually come back satisfied that I did everything I wanted to, but the “not enough time” feeling returns while thinking about the next short holiday.

I plan for a day off once I’m back from a short holiday too. I might really have nothing to do but laundry; but I need it anyway.

Maybe I stay away from doctors because I want to keep the ultimate illusion of having time: time to do everything.

Maybe I just don’t like doctors.

Time is great; but for me, the illusion of time is better.

It’s the illusion that keeps me ticking most days.

 

note: I’m on a few of my “squandering time” days at the moment. I have a few more planned before I go back to work.

double note: I don’t think I’m going to like growing old very much. There won’t be enough time to do it. But I hope I get the chance to do it anyway.

 

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Sara n’ Mic (what’s this game about?)

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Sara: I guess we’ll be going away for the holidays.

Mic: Boxing Day just seems to come earlier and earlier each year.

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Sara: What’s this game about?

Mic: I don’t know. I guess we’ll just have to open it up and find out.

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twister! oh yeah!

Sara: What did you say?

Mic: I said, right hand red!!!

Sara: Screw Life! This is better!!!

Mic: Let’s play naked!!!

 

The complete adventures of Sara n’ Mic: why are the gnomes outside?why are we here?, what time is it?, the phone’s ringing,  who’s winning?  , and  what a great cast! are still collecting dust.

 

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When I’m Not Blogging I Go To …

 Matsushima, Miyagi Prefecture Japan

Matsushima is a small town on the North East Coast of Japan. It is home to one of the “Three Views” in Japan. (more info about all Three Views here)

I left the computer reluctantly and drove for 6 hours with my friend Kelly Pettit  to Sendai, Miyagi. We arrived in late afternoon, found a hotel, and enjoyed being in a big city with lots of people for a change. After visiting an izakaya (restaurant/bar) and another watering hole, we called it a night.

In the morning we awoke to no water!! The hotel’s water supply had been cut off for reasons we never did discover. Not a good start to the day.

We drove the  40 minutes to Matsushima and took a 50 minute boat tour of the Bay. For the first 20 minutes the main attraction was the seagulls that followed the boat. The seagull food for sale looked very similar to processed potato snacks.

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After everyone got over being excited about the seagulls, the islands came fast and furious. There are about 260 little islands dotting the bay. I didn’t count them all, but there are probably enough to have a salad dressing named after them.

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All the islands have names. I can’t remember any of them, but I’m pretty sure none of them are called Ross or Kelly island.

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I thought this bay would be a good location for a Bond villain’s house or a high speed jetboat chase; but I think that about everywhere usually, so don’t get too excited. 
I also named all the seagulls: this one is Sammy. 

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Oysters are a big business here. There are hundreds of these things in the bay. Water skiing is frowned upon.

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Coming back in to the dock we saw our next destination: the small temple hall Godaido. 

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We crossed over 2 little bridges and navigated our way around the hundreds of people navigating around us. These temple posts were dressed up the same way as the stillborn/miscarriage Mizuko Jizo statues nathaliewithanh describes in more detail here accompanied by great photos of the usual Mizuko Jizo.

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Like most temples and shrines, there are ornate carvings. I’d show more, but looking over my photos I’ve realized that I’m a bad photographer. Who knew? 

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After Godaido, we climbed up a few streets and got a better view of the area. We visited Fukuurajima in the background later in the day.

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We decided that we didn’t want to walk around all day with bad hair from not having showers in the morning, so we visited an onsen (hotbath). Sorry no photos. The above photo is not of an onsen, but of a man on a bicycle.

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Feeling clean and refreshed, we drove to a view point overlooking the town and bay.

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I rang the bell.

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I thought the bell’s hook thingy looked pretty cool.

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Back in town we walked passed this pagoda on the way to Fukuurajima.

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Finally the sun came out and we crossed the 252 meter bridge to the nature reserve. There were a lot of good views of some islands from this island, a little temple, and 2 young women with a box of doughnuts that thought we were stalking them. (the 2 young women not the doughnuts)

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Down on a little beach Kelly took a bunch of cool photos of me looking cool, but he hasn’t given them to me yet. Did I say I looked very extremely cool in them? Because I did. I took this photo of an island looking a little cool. (me looking cool; not the island)

We eventually checked in to a little Japanese hotel, ate a big seafood dinner, wandered around the town at night, exclaimed repeatedly that it was a “swing a dead cat town at night” sort of place, and then tried to get in to a bit of trouble anyway with out too much success.

The next morning found us back on the highway heading home at tremendous speeds and happy that we had made the journey. 

 

note: One of the above photos is actually a photo of a poster. Can you guess which one?  I’m not sure what I will send the winner, but it will be amazing! If more than one person guesses the correct photo, I will give a prize to the first correct guesser, or draw a name out of a hat, or send an amazing prize to all people with the correct answer, or something along those lines.

 

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Summer School

 

 

Can “summer school” be classified as “summery execution”?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

note: kids: summer academic and summern’t, but … no one should be deprived their summer holidays.

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The Beach

 

 

Everyone has their beach.

 

Mine is on Morro de Sao Paulo, Brazil: 2 hours by catamaran from Salvador.

 

Off and on, I spent 4 months there from April 2006 to January 2007.

 

I met amazing people; had amazing adventures; and became the laziest person on earth for a short time.

 

Paradise?

 

No.

 

But very close.

 

When I think of the beach, I think of this one.

 

 

Where is your beach?

 

Home For a Rest

Holidays are unnatural.

You work yourself in to a nice little routine for most of the year, and then you blow it on vacation.

Driving long distances, waking at strange times, eating strange food at strange places, carrying a camera around, visiting things definitely not on the road between home and work, and sleeping on strange beds.

It’s enjoyable in a “shooter of the day” sort of way: it’s something different. If you don’t like it, well you tried it at least.

To be fair, I love traveling. I seriously really love traveling a lot. I’m more use to long trips though: 1-2 years. It takes me a while to get into the groove of things.

A short 5 day holiday just seems so rushed: “wham bam thank you ma’am” and it’s over.

It’s like lighting off a few firecrackers, when you’re use to a 2-3 hour fireworks extravaganza.

It’s nice, but just not the same.

I guess it scratches the itch, but it’s not the full body massage.

note: I need a few days off to recover.

What’s with Easter!

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Someone asked me what date Easter was this year?

I didn’t know.

It’s not unusual.
I usually miss it all together.
I live in Japan and I am not very religious.
I usually hear about it in a friend’s e-mail 2 weeks after it has passed by. Maybe that is why it’s also called passover?
Just a thought.

Most North American Holidays I have a lock on: Christmas, New Years, Valentine’s Day, and Halloween are all stable.
They don’t play mind games with me.
Thanksgiving is different in the U.S. and Canada, but I know what months they are in.
Labour Day only matters to kids, because it determines what day they have to go back to school. At least in Canada; not sure about the U.S..

But Easter is a real floater.
It’s unreliable.

Easter is the weatherman of holidays.