Today was the second (and final) day of presentations. We got faked out at the end when Tsuda sensei said Hanashiro sensei had a present for us, but it turned out to be homework. Everyone voiced their disappointment. Anna gave me some of her Easter chocolate (I only realized at dinner Sunday that it was Easter) and I wished I was home to get a basket full of candy. When otousan asked about Easter traditions a few weeks earler, I couldn’t think of any, but now the ‘no, duh’ reaction is setting in, and it seems obvious that I should have told him about the scary Easter bunny at the mall and easter baskets. Oh well...
After our presentations, I had hanga, but I forgot my key at home this morning, so I couldn’t get into my locker to get my supplies. I had to start a third print (as a result of circumstances that are keeping me from making the DaftPunk print) and borrow Nee’s knives (which I cut myself with, woo).
It was, of course, raining crazily today. I had some time (and determination) though, so I went to do some shopping in the Yagoto area, since I may be tied up a lot soon. I did get what I set out to get at Jusco (and so cheap!). I also went to ToysRUs to search out cool Japanese toys (there weren’t any). They did have one type of haro’s, but they seemed a bit on the not cool side...
I decided not to go to BookOff (today) because of the rain (and needing to get home at a reasonable hour to help okaasan with dinner). It was a good idea because when I got to the Yagoto station, it was perfect timing to (not rush or wait) board the Toyotashiyuki densha. Woot!
At home, there was a bit of strangeness when okaasan asked me if I helped my mom at home (with dinner), because she thought she couldn’t ask me to help if it wasn’t something I usually did. The weird thing was, she didn’t ask me to do anything out of the ordinary, so I don’t know why she asked me at that point. o_O Okaasan ran out of ocha, so she pulled out (about five) other teas (that she seemed to think inferior) and picked one that was supposed to be macha. It was really good, and at the end, the powder tastes like green tea ice cream without the texture. :D Otousan wanted to make a second cup for himself, so he asked for the cleanest of the used spoons, but when okaasan saw the clean one by his plate, she told him to use it. He didn’t want to because that meant one more thing to wash. It was a kind of funny exchange (in Japanese, of course) and I had to laugh out loud. I wonder if otousan does that kind of thing sometimes on purpose just to get a rile out of okaasan because she gets worked up over everything, it seems.
Okaasan has bought these baklava-like desserts for the last few nights that remind me of Christmas. It’s probably because they’ve got either chestnuts or almonds in them, which my deadly (made in December) cookies have in them too. I told okaasan, and she told me about Japanes Thanksgiving (at the Mariott) that they went to for a host student’s sake. I didn’t think about it, but it’s not really surprising that Japanese people don’t eat turkey normally.
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