Where Globe-Trotting meets Beach-Combing
That guy doesn’t look Japanese! He was in fact Mexican. I was dressed and ready for our date when we discovered there had been a miscommunication; the babysitter was not in fact coming. Chris announced, “Family date!” and salvaged the evening for fun. We had a coupon for a local Japanese restaurant. We were seated…
Who you callin’ puffball? Ever onward, Captain Goodbaby! Snowy cotton puffs were all that was left of summer’s leafy green field. Florida’s usually balmy air was dry. Autumn sunshine filtered through clouds of dust kicked up by the gigantic harvesting machine. Wisps of cotton blew around and clung to everything—the field’s leftover stubble, the side of the…
Captain Goodbaby votes for Captain Goodbaby.
Sonshine Farms, Milton, 2012 Another day, another pumpkin patch! Here’s what I like about being Stateside: talking to strangers. Lots of people are so friendly. All the elderly ladies and most everybody else smiles at Isaac and says hi, and he smiles back and (today!) waves, then cracks up. The fifth elderly person to smile…
Halloween 2012 — Hurricane Isaac Chris likes Halloween; I don’t really get it. Or rather I didn’t until this year! Tons of wildly excited kids in totally cute costumes—what’s not to love?! What I don’t get is ‘adult Halloween’ I guess—horrifying or slutty costumes and generally being terrified and having nightmares. No thanks. And while Thanksgiving will…
Isaac and Dad, Kyoto Station, October 2011 Leaf-viewing autumn latte I read recently that women who drink four cups of coffee a day are 80 percent less likely to be depressed (just another statistic from my database of unsubstantiated research). That sounded good to me, even though I am not depressed. Now, not only am…
Todai-ji — Nara’s Big Buddha Temple. This is how I remember Japan — cool, rainy, quiet, beautiful This intersection beeped all night. Nice view of trains, though. I read recently the stress hormone cortisol impairs the memory-making part of the brain, which explains why I have about eight disjointed memories from the first two months…
