Today it is chilly, fall is coming closer. My hands smell like sand and smoke from the BBQ in the park around the corner. A grill full of sausages, hamburgers and graced with Kobe beef, hot dog buns cut on the top to most appropriately (if not sacrilegiously) accomodate hot dogs. A spread of snacks and and sweets including fish roe potato chips and rice crackers. Conversations held in two first languages, and many second languages. Will I ever understand Japanese?
Tomorrow we will perform a small chamber music concert for the people in our apartment building. Whether this is a peace offering, a meet and greet, a gift, or some combination of these things, I'm not sure, but I'm looking forward to more formally meeting my neighbors. An occasion apart from bowing my head as I take out my garbage and awkward encounters in the stair well. And then we'll have a few days without obligations at the hall. Looking forward to some time in the neighborhood.
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