Winter and such
It's cold. There were hushed whispers of snow in Tokyo yesterday, and I fully believe them.
I woke up in agony two nights ago. I've learned to sleep in layers: thermal shirt, flannel pants, two fleece jackets, one of those puffy Japanese housecoats which are surprisingly warm, hiking socks. Silly me. I forgot the ski hat. The pain of my brain freezing cell by cell forced me up. I finally got the zebra-striped Snuggie my mom sent me last Christmas and wrapped it around my head so that I could still breath. The mornings are exercises in willpower to face the arctic conditions outside the covers.
But I gotta get up, 'cause I gotta get a job, and the search isn't going so well. Since I can only work 4 months at the outside before needing maternity leave, and a lot of normal jobs like cash registering aren't open to pregnant women even if I could get over the foreigner hump, it's a real chore to find something. After the kid is born I'll have a lot more appeal. It'd be awfully nice to have 4 months of some extra income verses me sitting around and using up power at the house, though.
The move to Yokohama is probably...almost...nearly decided.
around here.
We just need to push the loan through, and that involves Soi being stressed and harried in ways that I can't help with my pitiful business Japanese. 'Variable interest' isn't in most of the Japanese study books. All I can do is cook for the guy and run him hot baths. This is when it's good to own stress-relieving cats. They're especially sweet right now because if we didn't all huddle together, we'd slowly freeze to death.
I woke up in agony two nights ago. I've learned to sleep in layers: thermal shirt, flannel pants, two fleece jackets, one of those puffy Japanese housecoats which are surprisingly warm, hiking socks. Silly me. I forgot the ski hat. The pain of my brain freezing cell by cell forced me up. I finally got the zebra-striped Snuggie my mom sent me last Christmas and wrapped it around my head so that I could still breath. The mornings are exercises in willpower to face the arctic conditions outside the covers.
But I gotta get up, 'cause I gotta get a job, and the search isn't going so well. Since I can only work 4 months at the outside before needing maternity leave, and a lot of normal jobs like cash registering aren't open to pregnant women even if I could get over the foreigner hump, it's a real chore to find something. After the kid is born I'll have a lot more appeal. It'd be awfully nice to have 4 months of some extra income verses me sitting around and using up power at the house, though.
The move to Yokohama is probably...almost...nearly decided.
around here.
We just need to push the loan through, and that involves Soi being stressed and harried in ways that I can't help with my pitiful business Japanese. 'Variable interest' isn't in most of the Japanese study books. All I can do is cook for the guy and run him hot baths. This is when it's good to own stress-relieving cats. They're especially sweet right now because if we didn't all huddle together, we'd slowly freeze to death.