I spent most of the day cleaning stuff. Mold grows amazingly well here, so I was doing a little bit to limit that, including cleaning under my fridge.
And then they were doing work on the street around my apartment:
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Monthly Archives: November 2009
Utility Pole
This is looking up at a utility pole that I wait by almost every day until the light turns green in my direction. That also is the only intersection that even has a light on my daily commute.
なばなの里
Went to Nabana no Sato, where they were having a holiday light display.
なばなの里へいってイルミネーションをみた。
炬燵
教科書と携帯とコーヒーは私の炬燵の上に置いてある。使っていない時はベッドの下に戻るのにきれいにしなきゃ。私の所為じゃないで床が掃除した。
My kotatsu, with my textbook, DS, dictionary, cell phone, and coffee cup on it. It slides under my bed, so I have to keep it clean if I want to be able to stow it away. It isn’t my fault that the floor is clean enough to see reflections on it.
Singing Kerosene Truck
There are a bunch of different kinds of trucks driving around selling stuff. This guy is selling kerosene, while others sell ramen or seasonal snacks.
無作為の写真
自転車を乗るとき風で寒くならないようにこれをしている。白いマスクと耳おおいは面白い.
She is wearing this in order to not become cold while riding a bike. I think the white mask and ear muffs are interesting.
丈山苑ー安城
安城にある「丈山苑」と言う庭へ行った.YAMASAの学生は１６人がいた。茶室で茶道をしてもらった。
We went to a garden in Anjo, with about 16 Yamasa students. At the tea house we participated in a tea ceremony.
岡崎の秋祭り
この週末は岡崎で祭りが開かれた。私は日曜日祭りへ行って折り紙の授業へ行った。
I went to a festival in Okazaki and then to an origami class.
名古屋地下鉄
I have been to every single subway station in Nagoya, and taken a picture in front of at least one entrance of every station.
やっと全部の地下鉄の駅前で写真を撮った.
警察
Two nights ago(Wednesday night), the police showed up at my door at about 8pm. They were asking about a “Chou”, and weren’t quite sure about the address, so they were asking me what my address was. (Yes, the police were standing in front of my door asking for the address of where they were. Welcome to Japan, the land of mostly non-named streets) I gave them my address and the phone number of the school, and they left.
I then posted an entry on Facebook that the police had come to my door. Apparently then a teacher saw that, and asked the guy in charge of housing why the police would be going to my apartment. He didn’t know, so he called the police and the response what that the police had found a bike, and were trying to contact the owner.
Then today the housing guy saw me in front of my apartment, and told me the rest of the story, and not to worry. I wasn’t worrying, but was kind of amazed at how that went around, even though I most definitely know how small the internet is making the world.