La Japoneisa: My Day Off and Awa Odori

Today I had a day off which was a very fantastic occurence since was v v v exhausted. I think I still havent had the time to deal with the sudden change of environment and climate and co-habitation and so my yasumi nichi was very welcome. I managed to uzurp the peeshi (PC) for the whole morning and spent all of it updating this live journal and only then realized that my back hasnt been aching since I left uni until now when I again sat in front of the peeshi for more than 20 minutes.
Went to have a nap to the Inkyou (Bo and Wayne's house) and really got into For Tibet, with Love (the beginner's guide to change the world).
Since I have become a fulworthy staff member here at Chiiori my existentialist crisis somewhat eased away, though this book awoke still more thoughts or wonderings about what shall be done-to me, by me...to the world, so it doesnt lose its face completely in the eyes of our surrounding galaxies. And slowly I feel my mind calming down and finding its peace and in this peace finding the way.
My day's challenge today was to take Jackie Chan for an afternoon trip around here so I could see where can one go nd what can one do and how wonderfully can one get lost in the wilderness of the end of the world. Jackie indeed seemed very excited but absolutely failed in the task of finding a beautiful spot trail written in a-girl-who-used-to-work-at-Chiiori-in-year-2002 made map. Thus we returned to the main road (Jackie pulling towards certain death or v. close down the hill and completely useless in helping me go up the hill) and headed for the river-trail which was by the grave stones by the road mirror. It was nice and hot, butterflies floated heavily around and Jackie kept refusing to go. It was strange. I found it impossible to get him go into the forest again, he would flinche at every little sound, at every unexpected movement of a branch and fighting my thoughts about wussypussiness of a retarded dog I gave in, wondering, that perhaps I should trust animal instincts (reminding myself of their reactions before earthquakes and such). The moment we got onto the road he seemed to be overcome by madness! its madness!!! and would not stop pulling and not listening to me (except for Jackie sit!, which wouldnt help when you needed to tie your shoelace as he moved immediately aftewr he sat down) and so the whole village (Im sure of the unseen allseeing eyes) must have had a nice performance of a useless gaijin in the real world.

This evening BoChan and I went to AwaOdori, the local dance practice and it was so good. The group was essentially the same as the Taiko group and I felt myself indulging in the feeling of becoming a part of something in something. The drummers were playing, I could feel the sounds coming out from somewhere inside of me, maybe from the heart (to heart).?
And then the sensei taught and we danced and danced until we felt our arms almost falling off, stopping for a brief moment, and then cntinued, getting eaten in by the deep rythmic sounds of the drums. Sensei said I was jouzuna (good at it) and so I happilly continued in my karate-adopted (tensho resembling) movements and enjoyed.
(Apparantely have earned the status of kakkoihito (cool person) for driving the K-truck too.)