Summer is upon us, so I thought it was a good time to sell the baby paddling pool that we’ve had in storage for a few years now. The memory of it are my son’s first hospital visit in Japan (when he slipped inside the pool and banged his head on a sharp edge) and realising that our garden isn’t the best place to hang out in a paddling pool as it’s infested by mosquitoes. Besides these, not so glorious, memories, getting rid of the pool made me reflect about seasons in Japan. Continue reading “memory archive — day 70”
On our way back from the House of Light the other day, we were approached by an old man on a local train. I had already noticed him earlier; doing some origami while waiting on the platform. We found out that what he’d been working on were two talking lips which were intended for my son and daughter. From time to time I try some origami myself; the easier ones like a simple flower, star or butterfly. The process requires deep concentration as the moment you do a fold less than 100% accurate, the whole origami shape will be affected by it. A great way to practice focusing.
Only recently my partner and I went to see the NHK Symphony Orchestra,Tokyo playing at the Suntory Hall in Akasaka. We’d been meaning to go to a classical concert for a long time, so I was excited when my partner managed to get hold of some tickets. The orchestra was conducted by the 90-year old (!) Herbert Blomstedt and played two Beethoven Symphonies (No.8 and the beautiful No.7). I very rarely go to classical concerts, however, whenever I do, I enjoy the calming effect those have on me. Continue reading “memory archive – day 66.1”
As I haven’t had time the past few days to write about any recently abandoned objects, I decided to add something new to my site some thoughts on finding peacefulness . It’s about my recent stay at the House of Light, a secluded place, in the midst of Japanese nature. It’s minimalistic architecture to the core – hardly achievable (and desirable) for one’s own home, however, staying in such a thought-through, stripped-back space, confirmed to me once again how an empty space can calm your mind. You can read a bit more about the house and my stay there here.
One of the food discoveries I made over the past years, living in Japan, was finding out about ume (Japanese plum). Rather an apricot than a plum, it is easily distinguished by its extremely sour taste. Continue reading “memory archive – day 61.1”
One of the Japanese items that I’m a fan of are the thin cloths – furoshiki and tenugui – that you can use for wrapping things (such as lunch bento boxes or gifts), as a hand towel or as wall decoration. Designs range from traditional Japanese patterns and images to more abstract, modern or playful variations. Continue reading “memory archive – day 55.1”
Out with the old, in with the new.
After about two years of trying to get our dishwasher replaced (it was so old, it was becoming a serious health threat), the landlord finally gave in. I am only adding the dishwasher to the memory archive as I’d like to keep hold of one particular memory regarding it. Continue reading “memory archive — day 53”