August 13-14 (yakitori, cooking, getting dressed up in a yukata and dancing at a festival)

Saturday I woke to the phone at 10:30am.  It must have been a wrong number, because I got an earful of Japanese.  I managed to say (in Japanese) that I didn’t understand Japanese so the lady went on and I caught the word mother.  I tried to explain that I was living alone by saying some thing like “no, I, one, no mother.”  Whether she had a clue what I said or not I don’t know, but we ended the conversation courteously and I felt triumphant at my first phone call in Japanese.  Well anyway, I’d just gotten up after a 10 hour sleep so I suppose I would have been happy with anything.

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