January 1, 2018

January 1

Filed under: Uncategorized — theresaurus @ 11:27 pm

This year’s New Year’s osechi box of sweet and salty sake-friendly extremely Japanese foods:

The black beans have gold stuff on them, which I thought was a bit vulgar. I usually like the sweet cashews but this year they were so sweet I got a stomachache, but since I get stomachaches all the time Sam ignored my claim that the cashews did it. Then after dinner he got a stomachache too. Looking at you, cashews. Watched mindless TV for hours.

Sam didn’t send any New Year’s cards, you’re not supposed to if someone in your family dies during the year and his mother did so he didn’t. He received some but the number decreases every year. I wonder how long that custom will last.

Here’s an old lady going home after picking up her New Year’s cards from the post office in a Gifu post town. She had no idea obsessed tourists stalked and photographed her. New Year’s Day is the best time to visit sightseeing places because nobody’s around, they’re all snug at home watching mindless TV and eating stomachache cashews.

From Anais Nin’s “Journal of a Wife”:
January 1927. I made no resolutions for the New Year. The habit of making plans, of criticizing, sanctioning, and molding my life, is too much of a daily event for me. Joaquin made an amusing list of his accomplishments, however, an original deviation from the traditional faultfinding, regrets and humble promises. In that optimistic viewpoint, I will follow him. He mentioned the number of his compositions. My record is kept in my journal, my only work. He read 30 books during the year.
I read 75 books.
I recopied about 300 pages from my Journal.
I made 6 decorative pillows.
I re-arranged the books in the library about 10 times.
I went to church only on Christmas Night. (Oh, that is something wrong. I was writing good things.)
I wrote about 200 dutiful letters.
I went to 61 parties and visits.
I sacrificed my dancing lessons and sculpture to an anemic budget.
I kept all our accounts faithfully.
I made the studio pretty at a small expense, mostly by work.
I learned to manage servants firmly and to keep my eyes open on every detail of housekeeping.
I forced myself to rest and relax, thereby gaining a little weight.
I wrote faithfully about all our trips.
I earned a poem from my husband at the end of the year.
I faced and accepted Paris as a test of my courage and to accustom myself to suffering.
I faced and accepted French literature and tried to appreciate their talents through characteristics personally distasteful to me.
I lived up to my ideals about society by evading its lighter sides as often as possible. At the same time I offended no one.
I am ready at any time to admit that I have many faults. So as not to discourage myself I won’t mention them today.

1 Comment »

  1. I am very sorry to hear about Sam’s mother. Death’s and funerals anywhere are gruelling but in Japan they are often so burdened with ritual that they have a way of depleting all reserves of energy. I hope that there’s some kind of harmony with Sam’s family and that this is a better year for both you. Cecilia

    Comment by Anonymous — January 4, 2018 @ 1:11 am

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