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laundry in high wind

the journal of Michael Werneburg

twenty-seven years and one million words

I did some laundry this morning but it was far too windy to keep the stuff on the railing outside so I had to crowd myself in with drying racks all over the ~20 square meters of my apartment. Better today than a day in which I'd spend hours in video conferences!

At mid-day, I left for an hour's train trip to meet a Canadian friend and his son. They'd come to Japan only six months ago, we saw each other frequently in Toronto during the five years or so that we'd both lived in the Beaches. These were the friends with whom we'd had an almost-annual habit of ice fishing.

Today Richard and I left his teenage son Elliot to his own devices and went for a bike ride to a nearby park that had an open-air museum of relocated buildings of various old styles. That, it turned out, was closed due to the pandemic but we still had a nice walk among the families enjoying the cherry blossoms and the sun. We don't know how long this will last, but it was nice today.

We went back to their rather nice 90 square meter apartment (oh the luxury) and played chess and made sushi. It was nice. It then took a curiously long time to get back to my place, far longer than it had to get there. I was barely in the door by ten, well over 90 minutes from leaving. So it goes, when you don't have a bike.