J2 and i go pottery painting and ta-dah!
you have a nice watercolor effect on your mug! J2 says. that would be because i didn't wait for the coat to dry to apply the second and third coats, but hey if it looks like watercolor who am i to complain?
my facebook feed is now full of pottery decoration videos, wouldn't you know.
in other news, i am now zoster-pain-free. even if i am nursing a sore throat and a chest cough.
possibly emblematic of much that is not right.
glib garish consumerism dressed up in redundancy ostentation and plastic.
cheery heart-warming and inspiring series of interconnected stories in the tradition of modern jap / korean literature tied together by a jolly mystery successfully solved. very pleasant reading that lingers on after you finish.
continuing the tradition of the gentle undemanding but nevertheless emotionally captivating genre of modern east asian literature for e.g. morisaki and kamigawa and also the korean hyunam-dong books.
in addition to cozy encounters this book has the additional magic of making me want to go buy snacks from the konbini.
the only drawback is mr. shiba, who i cannot quite get my head around so he remains not-quite-real to me.
much anticipated because the cover announces that it is a new york times bestseller.
the plot is interesting but a bit convoluted the diversity and inclusivity factor is high the writing is pedestrian and at least a couple characters make me wonder why they exist (dorothy and trevor).
much disappointed. although the epilogue is nice.
the zoster pain is now a dull background ache that is just a tad above absent. i almost forget about it sometimes.
to my great relief thankfulness and with much hope-filled anticipation of a pain-free eventuality.
we babysit A for an evening, HOM and i.
our first time.
thank God it ends with her falling asleep.
'nuff said.
