From the farmers market in Sam’s hometown:
A store selling local wood products, I bought a hair brush:
The tiny old fans at my MIL’s house:
It is hot.
Sam looks ridiculous when he wears this, but it protects him from the sun:
The Kiso River, there were lots of guys fishing:
Stuffed bears are not an unusual sight in Gifu:
Out of the blue, literally, a flash and a terrific crash of lightning. The storm moved in and soon I was running around closing all the windows against cold horizontal rain, jumping at each peal of thunder, then whimpering. Ten minutes earlier I’d taken the watering can inside to fill it up. Looking at the poor plants wilting under the terribly hot sun was making me feel guilty. Thank you, storm, for watering the plants for me. The cicadas started up when the clouds passed and the sun came out again. I put the watering can back outside.
Watching a sumo practice of the kasugana-beya in Kasugai City, Aichi prefecture.
Meal with the boys:
Wrestlers having their hair done after practice:
Party after the last match:
Grilled smells from every supermarket in the neighborhood. At ¥1, 980 per eel, a little pricey. They’re on the endangered list, or some sort of bad list. That’s what happens when people eat up a species. But it’s delicious! is what everyone says as they continue gobbling. Going to happen to tuna, and then that will be two of Japan’s top culinary luxury treats gone. On the news they said some restaurants serve catfish as an eel replacement, but the Day of the Ox tradition does not say anything about eating catfish on the hottest day in summer.
And a kittycat in a window:
The Day of the Ox when it’s traditional to eat eel isn’t until the 24th, but Sam bought some tonight from a grocery store affiliated with his company and the fishmongers there gave him a sashimi platter as a gift. I guess he goes in and yells at everybody for being unhygienic and they want to bribe him. Sam is good at scolding. I’m not used to such good quality sashimi and devoured the ika so quickly that Sam told me to calm down, it’s not a contest. Well, yes it is. I ate most of the ika. I was so full of squid and fish that I had no room for unagi.
Big booms in the night, tiny fireworks in the distance. Now I can say I’ve seen fireworks this summer.
Visiting a fishing town, an encounter with a friendly kittycat in front of a house where seaweed was drying.