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Friday, January 14, 2005

Sojourners From Near and Far, Plus Bucket Lady

This coming week I'll have a visitor from Tokyo and one from San Francisco. Chance simultaneity.

Sweet winter has prevented our neighbor from stepping outside at 7:30am every morning and knocking huge buckets together or whatever she was doing with them that would wake me far before I wanted to get up. (All spring, summer and autumn.) The walls of our old house are so thin, and the house behind us so close, that when bucket lady speaks from her front door, it sounds like she's in my bedroom. Last recycling morning, I woke up to the sound of tall boot heels tack-tack-tacking on stone. Pretty loudly, because she was running in heels in the dark of 6:30am with her clankety bags back and forth, back and forth from her house to the lot where the bins get set up in front of our house. The truck doesn't come till 8:00 but recycling is some kind of big event in this neighborhood. Some Thursday mornings I dream of blue bottles lined up on a shelf and old Japanese men laughing in the cold.
Okay, off to Wakayama. Oh, my student Akitsu's grandmother's names were Shika (deer) and Kame (pronounced Kah-may, meaning turtle).

posted by lux at 5:46 PM
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2 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous commented at 1/17/2005~  

in the winter the kids don't play basketball at the school near me, so i am no longer woken in the morning by a a coach's whistle...

Blogger JJJ commented at 1/18/2005~  

CURSE YOU, Bucket Lady!!!

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